poetry

IF..

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An epiphany came to me, like an outer body experience. 

Rewinding time back to our past youthful images.

The egoes, tempers, possessive natures, our trust issues, battle of wills, forgivable but stubborn behavior’s. 

Showing present progression, although change was long ago in our hearts. 

Offering only the instances, 

that could be played out, in the selfish parts. 

Like if our roles became switched, could we rely on each other the same, would honesty hold any  merit, would I know loyalty’s name?

If I had mental issues, refused to take meds, would you take my heart seriously or never listen to words I said?

Could I rely on your patience, your constant prayers, your undying love, the nuturing of your care?

 If desire dropped, and conversation rose, upon normal errands, 

 would jealousy, become a highlight, mysteriously exposed?

The road map to my cities, 

you love to visit, the long and quick  stays, the tastefest of exquistence. 

If those tours were no longer available, or accessed less frequently.

Would every method be tried, before pride stopped, 

your need in me?

Dazed, my heart reminded my mind where we stand now. 

Smiling inside, as the answer came to me, as my head bowed. 

“If through rain, a mountain turned into an open plain, would it puncture a heart with need to explain”.

“For all these years in every weather, you’ve conquered it alI whilst standing together”.

I was overcome, by a renewed spirit in the love of my King, with strength, power, and trust, we already had everything.

Poetry By Tamara L Dorsey-Moore 

Thinker on the Loose 

Copyright 2016 Reserved purposes intended for and by Tamara Moore

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