The love she Shared with the Art!

She sat herself down, on her toes, knees bent,
Settled in her favourite position,
Her thighs aches with resent,
As she exercised long forgotten muscles.

She had neither put in the energy, nor the effort,
The determination that the art required,
She had let it go, long forgotten,
An art she only remembered now.

And yet, the muscles remembered what the mind had long forgotten,
With a grace that almost took her breath,
She stopped thinking through the steps,
Letting her muscle memory take over.

And once given, there was no taking back,
There was no more thinking,
No more worrying,
And no more pain at all.

All that remained was the love,
The love for the art, and,
The love for the movement,
And the love for letting.

As she finally came to a stop, her body caught up,
She felt the pain in her thighs again,
And her breath remained staggered.

A smile grew on her face, of its own accord,
She had forgotten the love she had shared once,
The love she shared with the art!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: