Author: Tatiana www.politicallypoetic.com
Born in Ukraine. Curious dreamer and ardent believer in the power of tomorrow.
There is No Freedom
Face the reality, There is none of the freedom that’s being preached to the whole world. You see through a distorted prism, further away –
Sip of Chardonnay
In a glass of wine, I drown my pain A glass of wine helps me numb my soul. Sip after sip of dry chardonnay Soothes
Words Never Found the Way
On today’s day and over 20 years ago, I left my homeland for an adventurous journey for an opportunity and to find my purpose. This poem is to the man who shaped my life, whom I missed dearly, and who is always in my heart. My father. The photo posted here is the actual photo of my father.
Heal my hurting heart, oh Lord
Heal my hurting heart, oh Lord Take my turmoil and turn it into triumph You gave me life, so fill it with joy I am
