poetry

Blackout 

​In my loss of power my heart and soul ran to evacuate, 
taking a trip through the darkness, as my eye’s cautiously, roamed, 

beginning  

to dilate. 

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,

chronologically colored, 

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, 

casually, 

shielded by wars, 

caged, 

in its own glory, 

to thrive.

As the past showed the heart, 

black’s out, 

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. 

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