I take words
from my solar plexus
from my gut
where I have stored you
with my intuition
I take words
from my solar plexus
words that are smoothed
of bile
of regret
of loss
They are the beads
I pray for you on
I take words of you
I string them around
my heart
© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry
As a child
I saw my soul
the light and depth
too much to hold
I found a door
deep in myself
I coaxed it in
and slammed the bolts
The door was strong,
deep wooden brown
with locks and latches
made of brass
I’ve worn the key
around my neck
in all the time that since
has passed
I built a moat around
that door
set crocodiles
to guard the bridge
The gentle knocking
over time
is louder now
hard to ignore
Even when I sleep
through knocking sounds
the light is seeping
through the ground
Perhaps it’s time
To take the key
And finally set that
poor soul free
© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry
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