My Intimate Poetry: Awakening.

My sight is no longer blind. ― Tammy-Louise Wilkins


In the blackness of this soul’s night,
She resides in the lustre of the moonlight.
A glimmer of hope for respiration;
An echoing exhale of life into the abyss.

Up this soul displays the specs of imprint;
The taciturn morsels of injured purity.
A dose of yearning hidden in its creases
With the inevitability of abandonment foreshadowing.

The dawn begins to rise,

The rays of hope lighting a story of rebirth;
A great voyage for knowledge to impart;
A flicker of optimism for us all.


2012 © Tammy-Louise Wilkins


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