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Our sons are the old men that they will one day become. As I looked into his eyes, I could not help but wonder his past and future. I was so caught up with his story and what will become of him that I could not appreciate his presence. His wounds appeared deeper than any... Continue Reading →
I am staring at him. He sits with an egotistical smirk, leaning back in his chair, puffing on his cigar, he asks in a stony sarcastic voice “Tell me something? Am I not your purpose? Is this life not your purpose?” Instantly my mind started rattling off all kinds of answers, but my mouth could not; would... Continue Reading →
Creative writing about real issues of life.
Our sons are the old men that they will one day become.
As I looked into his eyes, I could not help but wonder his past and future. I was so caught up with his story and what will become of him that I could not appreciate his presence. His wounds appeared deeper than any human could possibly comprehend. Only a higher power could resurrect a life of near-death experiences and heartaches that ran through his eyes. His eyes appeared to have ponds filled with tears on the verge of overflowing. As I looked closer, I could see that one had spilled over and dried upon his skin.
Could his life had started as hard as it appeared to be at this time? Then I thought of our sons. Our sons that are trying their best to make themselves into men or at least appear as men to those of us who…
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Read my full story by clicking the link below (3 min read). Hot Summer Days of Georgia Became a Curse to Me -TanyaG © 2017 All words & images by Tanya Graham unless otherwise noted.
TEDx Talks have become one of my favorite internet tools for inspiration, motivation, and learning. I encourage you to find one that speaks to you. Caroline McHugh did a talk about the art of finding yourself. The statement below stuck with me. When you look in a real mirror, you look for reassurance that... Continue Reading →
So one day we wake up, moving about our day then here it is -the "what the hell happen?".
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.
