If I Wrote…

TanyaG

If I wrote from my heart…

Your body would shiver with pain.

If I wrote from my heart…

Your mind would speculate with confusion.

If I wrote from my heart…

Your lungs would struggle to find its next breath.

If I wrote from my heart…

Your veins would strain to feel the blood that flows through it.

If I wrote from my heart…

Your soul would bleed itself to death to find the reason why I was so silent.

© 2017 All words by Tanya Graham unless otherwise noted.

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If I Wrote…

If I wrote from my heart... Your body would shiver with pain. If I wrote from my heart... Your mind would speculate with confusion. If I wrote from my heart... Your lungs would struggle to find its next breath. If I wrote from my heart... Your veins would strain to feel the blood that flows... Continue Reading →

LOST

My heart racing Thumping Vibrating my eardrum Will I make it through?  Sweating  Remembering  Why? What happened? What caused it? Should I inhale? Leave?! Deep breathes Calming thoughts Outweighed Breathing slows  Thoughts increase Fight, fight, fight Fight thoughts. Fight him. Fight it.  Lying down but body still erect Emotions skip To another body until it’s over  -TanyaG... Continue Reading →

The Move (Blog)

Just in case you haven’t read my first blogging adventure of “The Move” here it is. Next coming blog coming very soon.

TanyaG

Leaving my 3600 square foot spacious suburban home to live in an 800 square foot shotgun house in the inner city of Atlanta could be one of the best decisions I have made in a long time. I stress “could be”. 

Many people would say I am crazy leaving the safety of my well-manicured yard and a neighborhood safeguarded by an overzealous homeowners association. 

Well. I just might be “crazy” but I’m leaving anyway. This very thought of craziness is exactly what got me to thinking. What am doing and why?

As we are in one of the most ridiculous election years that I can remember in my lifetime. Racial issues continue to escalate as people protest police brutality. Same-sex marriage battles. And now who should use what bathroom. 

Wow. This little shotgun house that sits in one of the most historical neighborhoods in Atlanta, Georgia; rich with history; and…

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Living Purposeless

I remember when I thought your way was the best way.  Dreams hidden deep inside. Lost to the reason of my existence. Instead metamorphosing into a stranger. A stranger living inside me. A stranger marrying a stranger. A stranger raising strange kids. Doing strange things thinking it was the way.   A stranger losing purpose... Continue Reading →

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