poetry

If 

​An epiphany came, like an outer body experience. 

Rewinding time back to our past youthful images.

Our egoes, tempers, 

our possessive natures, 

our trust issues, 

battle of wills, 

our forgivable, 

but stubborn behavior’s. 

Showing present progression, although change was long ago in, heart’s . 

Offering only the instances, 

that could be played out, 

during our 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, 

undying love, 

faithfulness, 

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, 

God forbid, 

or accessed less frequently.

Would every method be tried, before pride stopped, 

your need for me?

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

Smiling inside, as words came, 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 all whilst standing together. 

Knowing this already, 

I was overcome, by a renewed spirit, in trust and a powerful love.

By Tamara L Dorsey-Moore 

Thinker on the Loose-Reblog

Copyright 2016 Reserved purposes intended for and by Tamara Moore



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