Invisible and some
say non-existent

I know you are
out there somewhere
in a place where
time has no clocks
hovering over me
wispy, wise
benevolent

When the opinionated
ego with its
petulant wounds
withdraws
its magic and
sulks inside its bruises
you nudge me
out of myself
and into the places
that prove you exist
vast forests
majestic trees
cold lakes
music, rhythm
waves folding
onto morning sand
words planted together
trembling with
growing meaning

and just when I think
all is lost

you
shuffle
a chess piece
a serendipitous meeting
a feather on the floor
words fall out of a book
and into my palm
suddenly holding the
universe and all its wisdom

playful

soulful

© Tanya Southey

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The shadows
were long
in the setting sun
and you had kept
all your promises
to the ones
you loved

You had even
honoured
the ones
to whom
you only
admired
or less

And yet

You had broken
many made
to yourself

Not the big ones
like travel
the world
or build
a career

But there were
vows you should
have been taken
more seriously
seen by the world
as smaller
inconsequential

To never let
yourself down
to follow your
intuition
when it screamed
sound advice

And now you
grasp there is
only one that
should ever be kept –
to love and honour
this life
no matter its texture
no matter the path

Only you
could keep
the pledge
your heart knew
had to be made

© Tanya Southey

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You have wrapped
your desires
in an invisible shroud
of your longing
under layers
of regret
hidden tightly with
all your losses
shame and pain

Your hooded
vulnerability now
buffered from the wind
forges ahead
missing someone
you have never met

Winter is
your safest season
skate over
the lake of frozen tears
stay on the edges
of your longing
near the guarded trees
and the reliable rocks
keep your eyes ahead
ignore the signs
that scream you are
beloved

the thaw will come
the cycle will complete
nothing is lost
when you let it go

© Tanya Southey
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When on grazed knees
you sink
begging for a miracle

raise your eyes to the left
and see the people in your life
the random meetings in what
were billions of
statistical opportunities
yet you stumbled on this one
that holds your heart

even
if it was briefly

Raise your eyes to the right
and see that all you ever needed
has been there for you
even when you couldn’t see it
the earth
has never withdrawn her support

Look inward and notice
when you breathe
that tiny
moment
of nothingness
as you breathe out
your body decides
to breathe in again
and that each morning you awake
with a clean slate
to break the patterns
of your self-created incarceration

You too are the flower
that chose to bloom
in the only chink within the concrete

and you think you need a miracle

© Tanya Southey
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You are there
though layers of adulthood
may have concealed you

But it does not take an
archaeologist to unearth you
chip below
the psyche’s dust
and there you are
shy, sensitive child
who could not watch
a Western movie
the fighting between
the ‘Cowboys and Indians’
too much to bear
and God forbid the horses
got maimed in the skirmish

Perhaps your five-foot six frame,
the heels, the executive suits
and make-up belie the fact
fact that you still exist

But you are there
this tiny beating heart
that took on too much
observed too much
could see the
interconnectedness
between all things

And now you understand
that you still feel
and that feel and flee
are made of the same letters
for a specific reason

But you have rediscovered
your own music
in solitude
the symphony
of your thriving

© Tanya Southey
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