1000 Elephants: A poem on grief and recovery

Leevy5I 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



By Monetta Wilson

My brother leevy60
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
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
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

About Monetta

*200hr certified yoga teacher *owns and operates Sayana Yoga in St Lucia. *2015 St Lucia Chamber of Commerce Young Entrepreneur of the Year Award

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