I’ve been hurt by yoga.
Imposed upon me
By someone else
I didn’t go near them again. Not those anyway. But then I did.
After a while.
And I did them differently like tasting poison that could only kill me if I drank too much or too quickly.
And I approached the poses like a frightened animal.
Entered the poses remembering the first time and every way I knew they hurt me and I used them to put myself back together the way I was meant to be.
Now that I knew.