Chasing the Rain

Here I go again chasing the rain despite everything I always say I'm not sorry living today like I do, mistakes and more to gain   Electricity fills the air risk is a state of being holding a bag of keys, asleep under a tree   And if I could go back starting from day... Continue Reading →

Breathe Unclouded Air

In my paper bag house Breathe in, breathe out Not a sound but a whispering head louse Breathe in, breathe out "Duck, duck! Charge, charge!" It cries Breathe in, breathe out It's your fault, breathe in this lie Breathe in, breathe out One way, you'll live, the other you'll die Breathe in, breathe out Hurry!... Continue Reading →

Just a Thought

It's really hard to say how I'm feeling at the moment. I could type out all the things I'm feeling (started the list and then replaced it with this sentence), but that's cliche, and it's just a lot. I know God has a plan for me. I know He will see me through this lull... Continue Reading →

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Tarah B. Thornburg

Author and Writing Coach

Ponderings of a Probation Officer

The tales of juvenile probation are sometimes splendid and sometimes melancholy. This is where I have decided to dump/cope with my reflections.

T. Shaw

She writes what she speaks.