For Rachel

Beginning on the floor in child’s pose,

You curl up, comforting,

Before confronting

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

never

in a box

to begin with.