Poetry

There is poetry trapped inside of every tear
Every blessing
Every fear
Even if no one is around to hear
There is poetry...

Breathe

Sometimes I find myself so deep In thought that I forget to breathe
Clenching my teeth
All of my worries coiled at the base of my spine or knotted at my shoulder blades
Tummy tickled and taunted by anxiety
Restless
Scatter-brained
And then I remember to breathe
Deep, slow, cleansing
Unchoreographed moments of calm
Releasing me from the spirit of urgency
Balancing my energy
Disrobing and unloading
Letting go, growing free
With prayers and meditations full of "inhale, exhale, be"