circle of trust

Tonight, we created a circle with our yoga mats for class. This was something I have never done, and I wasn't too excited for the sudden shift in environment. But I rolled with it. The structure was so different paired with my exhaustion made for a struggle of a class.

Shortly after, my night combusted. As if the change in the environment was meant to foreshadow the remainder of what I had thought would be a very calm and quiet evening.

A part of me broke, and at the hands of people I entrusted with intimate corners of my soul. In the spirit of the sporadic tone of the evening, I have chosen the mode of poetry for tonight's blog.

"circle of trust"

The infinite line,

unbroken at no point

and in no way confined.

The ability to extend itself

to any limit it so chooses.

Unity, trust and

openness is what

it provides.

Movement within the

boundaries is encouraged.

That is until

you incorrectly collide

at the wrong time.

You see, the problem

with the fluidity of

the circle is that

at any point in time,

a segment will no longer

align with the others.

And suddenly you will

find yourself pushed out

of the community

falsely accused of

committing a

crime.

Now you are on

the outside

looking in.

The support of the

inside has implied

your guilt

and no matter the

amount of tears you cry,

you will never

understand their desire to

lie.