Beware of what you say ‘yes’ to
It is such a small word
Yes
But it may steal your soul
It may take your light
That rises each morning
On your mountain range
And decimate you
With your amazing uniqueness
Do not cry for something that
Everyone else aspires to
For it may not suit your soul
It may dull your senses
And steal your magic
And turn you into one of them
Instead take your courage
And say ‘no’ to the things
That have the veneer of brilliance
That you know do not fit you
These may seem like windows
But are frosted and will steal
Your clarity
Say ‘no’ to the wide doors
That appear to be entrances
Wide red carpets
Chandeliers, grand pianos
Playing someone else’s music
Dig your tunnel in the dirt
Scrape the earth that you know
Will lead you to something far more
Breathtaking
Get the dirt of you under your nails
As you create the thing
That all of us will stand and admire
And say yes to.

© Tanya Southey @ Ordinary Poetry

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I sat on the edge of the sky
heart moving the breeze
you by my side
on the edge of the sky
and the sun floated by
on the edge of that sky
and I could have leapt down
I could have taken the risk
on the edge of that sky
on the rise of the abyss
I could have fallen for you
could have floated away
on the edge of that sky
on that warm summer’s day

I sat on the cliff of the sky
swirling the ocean salt
of the moon and
I chose not to swoon
on the edge of the sky
on my vertigo of you
I held my surrender and
steadied myself
and tried to remember
my own special light
and my own special place
my spark to create
not follow your star
on the edge of that sky

And I walked to my hill
to my river
my valley
through my gully
of darkness
where the trees
blocked your light
roots twisted and
gnarled and
nothing was bright
and I dug in the soil that
was loamy and dense
and uncovered myself
and found all my sense

And I glanced over my shoulder
at the edge of the sky
where the sun was setting
and I was ready to fly

© Tanya Rosso @ Ordinary Poetry

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