If I was a spine, I would choose mine.
Yes, I may be crooked and fragile, but I have potential.
Sometimes the disks that are meant to protect me slip.
They slip around, sometimes up and sometimes down.
I really hate when they force their way into the delicate dance of nerves.
On the bright side, it mostly happens when I bend over without mindfulness.
You see, there’s potential.
Potential to come back to the present moment.
Potential to connect breath to movement.
Tighten the solar plexus.
If I was my spine I would shock and sear all through the night.
I’m the constant reminder that restful sleep is meant to be cherished.
If I was my spine I would blush from the attention that nurses and doctors give me.
They say they’ll gift me bolts, screws, and even pins.
I can’t believe it,
I got to see the outside world- twice!
Why yes, the screws from the medical instruments were a bit brutal,
and maybe the bright lights were a bit unsettling,
but how many spines can say they’ve seen the world beyond the warm pink human tissue?
I even got my picture taken for memories,
I believe it’s called an “x-ray.”
If I was a spine I would snap, crackle, pop into each pose on the yoga mat.
I detox my system of built-up medicine and fluids from the long night before.
I would hold onto the importance of self-care every day, as I try to remind others just how vital it is for a grateful life.