The Inspiration

God tries to inspire me every day.   The trouble is I'm too caught up in my mind and the fact that I'm not inspired to realize what He's saying and doing. I don't see His Love. I don't see His colors or hear His melodies.   It's entirely a ME thing.   The funny... Continue Reading →

Let Me Love You

Where do we find peace? The peace that binds you to me And we to the way we can be   Where do we find like-minds? I've seen the sands of time I've seen every mountain climbed   They are all there We. Are. So why all the split hair? Why the lack of care?... Continue Reading →

Ordinary

Sometimes I feel a bit precautious not a bit precocious a bit expialidocious a little Sherlock Holmes-ish but I can't let anyone know this because I look around and suddenly notice   my life is ordinary.   And I have dreams to fly things to do before I die things I don't want to fade... Continue Reading →

Build Castles in Whispers

Teach me how to breathe What it means to blink Will I learn to see Does everyone always think? I'm not even sure anymore And I know I shouldn't care because that's what they say I'm not sure what skin is, or where And I know I shouldn't have time for today The tips of... 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.