During my stay in India for yoga teacher training, I began writing poetry again. I wrote poetry quite often from middle school through high school, but I abandoned that creative outlet in college and never revisited it again until my time in India. One day I grabbed my journal to write, and a poem flowed out. The next day, another. And repeat. Here's one I wrote a week into training.


she rose

from the pile of ashes that had become

the remains of her prior


like a phoenix

a rebirth

she transcends

she is a warrior

a messenger

with rebel intent

to stop the cycle of trauma

spanning a lineage

generations full of self-hatred



she fights the fear with

the only weapon

she knows

she exposes her heart

and it shines

a powerful bright white


in the darkest of corners

where the fear hides

the fear