Beginning on the floor in child’s pose,
You curl up, comforting,
The barriers to your liberty.
Climbing to table pose,
Sitting back up to
Stir up the setbacks;
You brace yourself.
Transitioning to warrior pose,
Arms stretched wide
To knock on opportunity’s designer door,
Recently painted persimmon.
Rising up to mountaIn pose,
You stretch, leaving fingers lingering
To get a feeling of the glass ceiling
That once covered your hope.
Breathing in, ribcage expanding,
Reminding you of your strength.
As you exhale, a long breath of epiphany
Makes you realize that you were
in a box
to begin with.