In my mind everyone is looking at me, the way my leg doesn’t lift as high, the way my hands don’t grip the mat, the way my exhale seems shallow, oh wait they can’t see my exhale. I guess it’s all in my mind, my view, of myself, I let go.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
In my mind everyone is looking at me, the way my leg doesn’t lift as high, the way my hands don’t grip the mat, the way my exhale seems shallow, oh wait they can’t see my exhale. I guess it’s all in my mind, my view, of myself, I let go.