There’s a rhythm to the road
inhale and exhale

Full body in
deep healing out

Why I fought it for so long
I’m sure you all know

Because unlike the eyes in
my head, I don’t always see
what’s right in front of me

saying things out loud, the ugly truth
(possibly the most beautiful truth)
feels like the uncoiling
of a tightly woven cover story

and I’m more flexible when I’m
not holding my breath.