What does it mean to grow up? To look in the mirror and see how time has shaped us, while we chase it, yet miss the beauty of walking alongside it. This piece reflects on the simplicity of childhood, the rush to grow, and the quiet wisdom that comes with realizing time is not an enemy, but a companion.

This is a poem about yoga. Each stretch is a slow reveal, like peeling back layers of myself. Vulnerability becomes a quiet strength as I expose what’s hidden within.