Birthing a New Me

Poetry Writing Contest response

How enraptured am I while I lather my skin with the Goddess of moisturizing soaps? Or soak my feet in balmy Epsom salts? Or just enjoy a quiet moment in the stillness of the morning? Or embrace the post-rain aura of the night? Or lose myself in Viparita Virabhadrasana? Or take deep breaths and turn inward when the burden and rage try to cave me in? Birthing a new me is a constant process. Sometimes, I deviate. Yet the next morning, I push and birth myself beginning a metamorphosis. I’d find joy scratching at the walls of my solar plexus chakra. And my mirror would tell me- making the truest self of you is the greatest labour of love.

©Kavya Janani. U

This poem is a part of PW's 2023 Poetry Writing Contest.

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