Reclaiming Ease
We’re taught to sit, to not take space,
To hold our breath, to keep our place.
Ignore the squirm, ignore the strain,
Push right through and numb the pain.
But bodies speak in quiet ways,
In breath that halts, in steps that haze.
A rib too stiff, a spine too tight,
A heavy gait that once felt light.
Yet movement waits, it knows the way,
A pulse within that won’t decay.
Not forced, not rushed, but slow and true,
A shift, a breath, a path anew.
The spine expands, the ribs take flight,
The body's song returns to light.
Not something earned, nor forced to be,
But ease reclaimed—pure, wild, free.
~ anonymous
