eyes wide
I stare up at the ceiling
allowing my body to sink
into the yoga mat beneath me
my small frame
pressing into the earth
that grounds me in safety
and connection

the tears begin to trickle
out the sides of my eyes
and descend
as gravity pulls them
past my ears
to drip onto the ground
is the holy mother
catching them
as they fall?

it has been a hell of a week
and I try to release the pain
briefly exposed
then confiscated by the floor
my body feels so heavy carrying
guilt
sadness
anger
resentment
are the tears enough 
to clear my intense cache?
 
I don’t measure up
in my practice
a family relationship
is breaking me  
workplace drama unfolding
I am misunderstood

the weight of it all 
manifests in salt water
as it drips slowly
down
and 
away

yoga class 
hasn’t even started yet
or has it?