Best Poems Written by Mila Jay

Kundalini

This isn’t what I signed up to,
Naively-sprayed cologne overwhelmed by lavender, incense and the sound of a pan flute.

The strongest drink turning out to be green tea,
“Good for the mind” she said, 
It wasn’t my mind that I came here for.

I comply anyway,
Resisting eye-rolls and still holding out hope whilst her cheap dreamcatcher sways slightly.

She says to breathe,
So of course I do,
A sharp but soothing ache starts, almost a warm presence.

For once, I stay mute,
Allowing this quiet movement occur,
My skin tingling, but not for her.

I may not fully understand it,
And maybe that’s ok, 
Maybe something doesn’t have to be mine for it to stay with me.

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