Writing from the Heart

Please join me on this exciting journey for a novel inspired by my two grandmothers. I combined their beauty and strength into one character who has inspired those around them with their love. I want you to take the time to walk with me on this path toward my career as a writer.  I hope that I inspire you and encourage you to flourish into someone amazing. I also hope that this novel touches you in a beautiful way just like my grandmothers have done to me. So walk with me and we'll forever live in the "Moments of Impact".  Available  now on Amazon.      "In this new inspiring story about family dysfunctions and a search for self identity. Comes a family trying to make sense of this drastic loss of a woman who held the family together. A family that is now broken. Everyone lost someone, a mother, a sister, an aunt, a grandmother and even a wife. Through her own hardships with a drunken father and a sister who enjoyed her late nights out partying. Lucrec...

There isn't a day where my mind doesn't think about him. It lingers with the memory of happiness and purity, that nothing could stop us because we were together. Embracing the moments in which were ours. My mind tries to make sense of him leaving me and forgetting me while I willow away into the good memories. I feel as though my mind is circuited through him, that I'm alive to breathe the same air as he is because he was special in every possible way.          Still is. There isn't a day where my lips don't forget his touch. It reminds me every time I close my eyes, feeling his breath against my shaky skin. How could I forget? The way he held me and told me that he cared about me, that he wouldn't hurt me. Now, it's been more than a month since I've seen him and my skin cannot forget his touch. I embraced in his arms and forgot about the things that didn't matter because I was with him. Only he and I existed.         Now, he isn't ar...

His face willows in my unfailing memory,  It lingers with absolute tranquility,  My heart sizzles with love and joy.  He dazzles me with his great ability, To protect me and to know me. My mind searches for understanding, For his  unknowing  departure. My skin remembers the branding, As he goes off as a marcher. Always needing to flea. His brown marbles glisten, Beneath the dimmed stars. Attentive as he listens, To the start of his own memoir. Holding me while he thinks. My lips recall the first touch, Feeling the warmth tingle between two souls. Wanting him so much, Just like the light within our goals. Remembering the seconds between his blinks.  Engraving his person into the depths of who I am. As if he was my lion, and I was his lamb. 

There have been many times where I close my eyes, keep them shut to let the time pass by but then I hear your voice and my heart begins to shiver. I'm right back to where I started. Holding onto someone that no longer wants to be held, remembering your breath on my skin. There have been many times where I don't want to wake up because it's a reminder of what I lost. I blame myself for losing you because I couldn't navigate my feelings. My feelings to love you, to hold you. As my fingers fly across the keyboard my eyes begin to flood, holding back the tears so you wouldn't see my break. There have been many times where I thought all was well when I looked you in the eyes. How sincere and thoughtful you were when I was with you. But something changed, and I'm lost. I don't know where to go or which way to turn. I'm all around broken, shattered, and hopeless. Yeah, I guess it was my fault. I pressured you. I get that but you didn't have to leave me. Y...