In my loss of power my heart and soul ran to evacuate,
taking a trip through the darkness, as my eye’s cautiously, roamed,
I found a clock that was set,
20 years before,
holding my quarter hostage, opening a realm,
of my life that was stored.
I was beckoned to look closely at my hidden, 20’s fast,
catching my breath,
for they were internally buried,
deep under my past.
A shovel glowed of all my indecisive decisions,
by first to last, edition.
My heart returned, tapping into my soul’s light source,
beating with conviction toward its benevolent force.
A fast forward through youth, took back variable proof, that my heart remained 25,
shielded by wars,
in its own glory,
As the past showed the heart,
a personal generator protected from pain.
For the recycled surge it feels in love,
is solar powered,
with a renewal,
inevitably hard too explain.
POETRY BY Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose
Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended.