Before and after of a new poem "Splits"

You know when have an idea for a poem or a story and the imagery just flows from you? This poem was nothing like that. The only idea I had wasn’t even an idea, I just knew I wanted to write about a specific memory from childhood, something I don’t have a ton of (thanks CPTSD for that). So I chose the fact that I used to be able to do the splits. With ease, I’d touch my nose to the floor at gymnastics, and at home, I’d prop outstretched on two kitchen stools.

After an hour or so of drafting, I had this—

THE SPLITS 

I used to be able to do the splits, 
and then for a long time

I used to have to say that to everyone, 
that I used to be able to do the east-west