Life as it is in its fullest form Is bubbles that pop and pop They burst – life overflows abundantly Sometimes painfully Sometimes joyfully Sometimes a mixture of powerful emotions Shower down on us Shying away from the ultimate source … Continue reading →

When someone is going through a storm, your silent presence is more powerful than a million, empty words. — Thema Davis Dear God, I wish you could see the turmoil I am going through. I wish you could hear my … Continue reading →

My name is Hannah and I suffer from bad anxiety.  My name is Hannah and I am not what a paper deems me to be. My name is Hannah and I am not what people say that I am at … Continue reading →

My words from two days ago disappeared into the deep dark pit into an empty void… it was a poem entitled Buckets of Blessings. Gone with the wind it seems.  Oh well. Such is life. I have not written for … Continue reading →

I wrote this poem when I was 16 in my German A-level class. I was bored. So I did what I know best – write. Blumen, Bäumen blühen wie der Mondschein und Frühling ist gesprungen am Frühling Tag: Blumen blühen … Continue reading →

Let me fade away Into a timeless time Where pain exists no more Where joy abounds With love winning every Battle triumphantly Let me fade away I do not belong here or there I am nobody’s daughter I am part … Continue reading →

Depression is like dry saw dust. It comes when you least expect it.  It clouds your thinking. It clouds your perception on life. Let me fade is all I really want.   What is the meaning of life? What is the … Continue reading →

Everything is unravelling at the moment. I suppose that isn’t a bad thing at all. Well, yesterday I felt like I hit hot rock bottom. It was a fast crash.  I mean already for sometime I have been battling a … Continue reading →

Mark 10.9 – Let no-one split apart what God has joined together Psalm 68.6 God places the lonely in families Exodus 20.12 Honour your father and mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God … Continue reading →

When I was little and I got sick my biological father would tell me to get over it.  To pick myself up and to go out and do stuff.  I don’t know how I managed to get up and do … Continue reading →