The Week of Resetting

Somewhere on a peninsula,
near the sea
of forgetfulness
an inner lighthouse
beckons faintly
calling for the return
to shore,
to sure,
to knowing
in all the confusion

And breath
finds its way to the soles
of my feet;
deep, reconnecting
breath travelling
and fuelling the light

And my legs know
before my head
and heart have
realised
that I am being
carried

Back to me
© Tanya Southey