Begging

Like her mother pleads for her, she begins to plead her return
Please, let me go back...her words ring out...but to no avail
She is not heard, much less by the ears she wanted
She wants to reach up and claw her way out of the coffin
She tries to wiggle her toes and wiggle her fingers
The childish exercise after yoga that never seemed to have a point
Until when she needed it most
What had that yogi said to the class?
"And now return to us in the world."
Oh...
If it could have, a lump would have welled in her throat
Now she understood
And no amount of begging would let her return...
What had she done?
What had she done?
What she had done...

The End

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