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 →

My Plan Not My Purpose

The apartment is gravely positioned down a stretch of road littered with trash on both sides. On any given night it would not be safe to walk alone. Weeds overgrown with a wilderness that mimics the very people that lived there. The apartment buildings exhibit an exhausted appearance of a woman once pretty but now... Continue Reading →

Mist of the Rubble

Standing up in the mist of the rubble has proven difficult for most. Many of us have taken up refuge in the middle of the rough edges and broken pieces of friendships, marriages, communities, dreams, and success. We have been trapped in what seems like the bottom of a building collapsed by the instability of... Continue Reading →

Can I Come Up…

Can I come up to the place that keeps you sane? Where the wind blows all your cares away. Where the freedom pushes you to soar in the universe of opportunities. Where the clouds impersonate your long lost imaginary friends. Where the beautiful blue sky takes you into a day dream filled with miracles that energizes all your senses. Where the squirrels... Continue Reading →

I love taking pictures of beautiful places and things. This one is a beautiful church in Atlanta GA. I used this picture for this particular poem because we often attend places of worship to bring balance to the turmoil that churns inside us.  © 2016 All words & images by Tanya Graham unless otherwise noted.

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