Yoga
Yoga.
You are my rock, my roots.
There for me on my best days,
held my hand through dark days.
Ignited the life back within me,
kept me sane through the ebbs and flows,
gave me purpose.
Held space for me to grieve when I wasn’t aware I needed to,
invited me back into my own body.
Taught me the truly powerful connection to my breath,
encouraged me to slow down,
and reminded me how quick I can fall without it.
Like a loyal friend.
The mat is forever ready for me.
Welcoming me home, despite time in-between.