Poems from shannon.marie.18400

To be a Physical Therapist
This morning, today, and tonightI work my way to this career for tomorrowTo become a physical therapist when it is my time All the changes...
Nothing that yoga can't do
The first yoga pose was a downward dogMy breath to challenged to flowThe first chataranga's like a cobra struggling to hold oneself...
What Would I Change? A to Zizzo
Almost all of my life I've been suburbanly classed By a scale of perfection, by a scale of happiness Choosing my own path, and changing...