A Love Letter to my Broken Pieces

You lay on the floor, puddled memories drip from clenched eyes, tear holding softly to cheek.  My shadow sneaks up on me.. Memories sneak up on me, like hide and seek.. my anxiety never picks the safe places to hide… I wear my imperfections like tattoos on my face…  safe places are for dreamers, I’m someone that lives for a living… which is why I’m poor, but who needs a car when you can walk the line of a razor blade.. balance has never been my strong suit..so , I choose to teach yoga, hoping that in some ancient pretzel I can find nourishment…  I stand in the center ring of my circus, dreaming imperfectly beautiful dreams… coloring out of the lines…