Barb Tierno
Bio
Confused? Maybe...creative, perhaps...introspective - too much thinking makes a good girl bad. I wanted to create a safe space for me to share my hope, thoughts, and my dreams - what's left of them.
Stories (4/0)
A poetic letter
In the spirit of resurrection, here's some old poetry I've dug up...because you're worth it. Although I am constantly thinking of things I'd like to write, it usually occurs when I am unable to do so... somewhere there's a rogue piece of paper with my ideas on them. I figure - if and when I am able and the mood strikes me - it will come out. I forget things and often repeat the same stories anyhow! Writing is draining - but in the best way for me.
By Barb Tiernoabout a month ago in Poets
Memories...in the forefront of my mind
On occasion, thoughts of my former life seem to bubble up to the surface. Only having but 40 years on this planet thus far might do that to someone. To be quite frank none of this ever felt quite right. Still doesn't. There was a short time I felt like I belonged in my own skin and I felt happy to do so. I am hoping that this mild-mannered catharsis will eventually lead to a break-through rather than a breakdown. I really cannot handle another breakdown.
By Barb Tierno3 months ago in Confessions
Limiting Beliefs
She seemed to be such a far and distant memory... a whim, perhaps - a mirage of life - unsure that she truly existed. She was a creator, a strength of life that seemed resemble a unicorn, given the situation she had corrupted from. Unable to defect, a failure to launch...
By Barb Tierno4 months ago in Psyche
Phoenix rising...
...am I really nothing but persistent. Thinking that I have somehow failed at life. When I sit down to write all my previously wonderful thoughts that were concocted during a fruitful shower are quite literally, washed down a drain. I have a little faith that those things will come back to me, not ye of little faith but perhaps just so...
By Barb Tierno4 months ago in Confessions
