You Can’t Rip the Skin Off the Snake

This is the work.
I get on the mat.
I relearn my body as my home.
I accept that this is a long ass process. It takes the time it takes.
I stare down the snakes.
I shed my old skin.
I shed my old self.
I molt.


Such a powerful piece of writing.

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