A Note on Apprehension

I've been dormant for some time now. Sleepy as night time, dark as dawn. Quiet as the silence of a sunrise in the cold world of morning. Some November lullaby. My worst fear wasn't nearly as real as it used to be. I don't think I could've cared less whether or not it broke me. I was unbreakable now, thrust into self-care and yoga that all-combined made me a selfish and uncaring woman. Ice cold.

We breathe slowly. We breathe slowly. Inhale and exhale cartwheeling like a crawling windmill. Rusty and broken and too afraid to say anything about it.