Tanya Harris’s debut novel Supposedly Broken releases April 29th from Delphine Publications. And the cool thing about her novel is it will combined with originally poetry entitled #JustInking for your reading pleasure. In celebration of national poetry month we pulled some of her best pieces from her book for you. Happy reading bookies; and make sure to reserve your copy of Supposedly Broken.
Synopsis: The Turner cousins were damaged by tragic childhood experiences that no amount of time or therapy could erase. Zakia would always remember the feel of her stepfather’s breath against her skin, Marisa would remember the images of her mother’s bruised face that seemed to never heal and Randi will forever hear the sound of her parents constant rejection. These embedded memories of pain became the foundation of the protective barriers that framed their adult lives. It’s not until an unexpected death occurs that they realize that those barriers that were built to protect them from pain, also shielded them from happiness. As you get to know them, you will sympathize and empathize with their pain, ignite your anger at its source and fall in love with the end results.
A HEAVY HEART
My heart is grieving
A loss that my mind is having a hard time believing
My mind fully understands God’s Word
But every time my heart cries
My mind wonders and wants to ask why
Because logically it doesn’t make sense,
But in death logic is irrelevant.
Although my heart knows that, it continues to cry,
Which causes my mind to keep asking, why?
It wants to fill this hole
In my soul
That my spirit keeps saying doesn’t exists
While it lists
The scriptures that my mind learned and my heart recites
In times when hope is lost or when times are tight
But my heart’s not listening this time.
It continues to rewind
Back to the point before this loss occurred,
Reminding me of past familial events and spoken words
Then states that it will never be like that again.
Wrapping my mind in confusion
As it hallucinates in illusions
Of what should have been,
Resulting in that question
Being asked again.
does it have to be this way?
Then my spirit says
It’s not mine but God’s plan
And there’s no need for my mind to question or understand
But merely to accept that it happened.
Nothing compares to Creativity’s kiss,
It’s oh so sweet gentleness.
Its concentration is perfectly set,
As it massages and stimulates my intellect.
Brushing across the lips
Of my mind.
As the anticipation of completion climbs.
My talent it teases,
My cortex it pleases,
Time . . . after time . . . after time.
Breaking my control and causing verses to spasm,
Until that ultimate wordgasm.
Whether it be soft or gently,
Heated or quickly.
It always leaves my pen satisfied.
So much so that I almost cry
After it leaves.
Because my talent grieves
Until it returns.
. . . not out of concern
But because my intellect is so greedy,
And my talent is so needy,
That they impatiently
Complain about being alone.
Because Creativity’s return is never known.
But when it comes back,
They welcome its attack,
The mention of its name immediately gets their appetite whet
Until they’re squirming where they sit.
Aching for that gentleness
And those heated moments of bliss
Caused by Creativity’s kiss.
Who is Tanya Harris? Tanya Harris a native of Memphis, Tennessee who currently resides in Snellville, Georgia. She has spent years writing poems and short stories for personal enjoyment and as a therapeutic means of ending her day. She has a positive outlook on life and believes that life happens to us but we choose how we react to it. It is this belief that gave birth to Supposedly Broken and allowed it to take on a life of its own. Tanya is a member of Gospel Tabernacle Cathedral in Atlanta, Georgia. She is confident that her writing talent is a gift from God and that within this talent lies an opportunity for ministry.
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