I wanted to write about my grief in case it helped someone out. I have a post that’s been sitting in my drafts folder and it may stay there forever. I wanted to write about the pain in my chest and how yoga helps. I wanted to write about how I can feel my chest opening in poses like eka pada rajakapotasana (one legged king pigeon pose). I wanted to write in prose but poetry came out. When the heart has something to say its best to just listen. I give you
1000 ELEPHANTS
By Monetta Wilson
My brother
Shot dead in the streets
No one could help him
1000 elephants trample my chest
My heart is broken
I can’t breathe.
3 months later
Ma Tillie gone
Cancer
My friend
My great aunt
The elephants on my chest try to kill me.
I walk
I smile
I eat
The pain is unbearable.
6 doctors
3 days inpatient
Fibromyalgia
The pain of grief was too much
I can barely move
It’s all too much.
I step on my mat
I move
I cry
I crumble
I get up
I get stronger
I learn to carry a thousand elephants.
I open my heart
Even though it hurts
I learn again to surrender and
JUST BE.