Another night of casual

Debauchery with empty bottles

An urn to hold the ashes

After setting the night

On fire.

Her hair, a mess

Tangled in knots

A twisted bow

Is all she has —

Memento of the night.

She’s just a girl

In her mind, no where to go

Grownups dangle gold and wine

Scooping up what’s left

Confetti for the party girl.

By morning there’s a hush

Wide awake, bow unfolded

Crowds are gone

No longer a youth

An adult facing truth.





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Joanna is an aligned vinyasa RYT-200 certified yoga instructor registered with Yoga Alliance. Joanna's mission is to bring the teaching of yoga to everybody in an accessible, welcoming and gentle way. Check out for services, blogs and updates on all things yoga. Namaste.

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