In the darkest forest
of forgiveness
I forged a path
where one had
never been
I led you
to the edge
releasing you
absolving you
Not for your sake
but to free myself
to trust my heart again
© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
What if you knew?
Deep intuition
that every fibre
inside of you
confirmed
with every
heart beat
But there were
those who used
facts and science
to pave over
your wild, raw
and unmeasurable
knowingness
What if you knew
your prophesies
could unseat
the power hungry
the divided
the excluded
and create a new way
Would you still rise
to the truth
that needed
to be told
when no one
believed you
Could you welcome
the scent
of coming rain
instead of fearing
the brewing storm
Finding your way
to honour the divine
creating mindset shifts
that could unhinge
a protected paradigm
worshipping only
science
money and war
Could you birth
this prophecy and
gently raise it to
adulthood?
© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
It’s not the handcuffs
or the prison walls
it’s the silent glance
hastening your compliance
an eyebrow
a tilt of the head
assumptions you run
beliefs long past
their use by date
keeping you
second guessing
in your own head
the norms that form you
cupcake clichés on how
to live your life
silence the voices
including your own
drop into your body
hold the pose
find the place of
most compression
sit and trust the wisdom
of your body to
water the now
desiccated dreams
you were born with
© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
I was born on a
cold winter’s day
when the light
was fading and
the frost lay thick
and frigid high
above sea level
You think
I can’t remember
but my cells do
I know the moment
my spark entered my body
I know the moment I knew
what I was here to do
It was never spoken
Spoken can get broken
Sparks can set a bush fire
others don’t like raging fires
keep flames safely in the hearth
I have kept the spark
tended it and
I know for sure
I am the one
I have been waiting for
© Tanya Southey
#52words52weeks
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