Broken like a dam The flood gates opening wide As the tears drip Down my broken face Jesus weeps with me God weeps with me Shattering like broken glass Reflections mirrored across The hurt in a thousand Little … Continue reading
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Author Archives: Hannah Fairchild
Sebby Gone
Depressed. Dark rain cloud over my head constantly. Grieving all the time. It has been a slow decline into the pit of despair for me. I don’t know how to explain myself. Maybe its post-natal depression? Can you get post-natal … Continue reading
Memories of a Forgotten Past – Stop Domestic Violence
Someone told me a very sad story this morning, and it just broke my heart. I used to think that certain families have it all. On the outward appearance they look perfect. They look happy. But then behind closed doors … Continue reading
Desperate Situation
Today I woke up feeling glum, and the gloominess increasing by the minute. The volcano of tears almost always ready to explode. Ready to break down into tears. Wreaking havoc everywhere in my wake. It simply doesn’t get easier with … Continue reading
September aka Birth month for Sebby
Who knew that time could fly so fast? That time doesn’t stand still. That somehow time moves forward. Who knew that my world could be changed forever in the flick of an eye? It seems that every time September rounds … Continue reading
Patiently Waiting
All my life I have always waited. Waited. Waited. Waited. Waited. Waited. Yes and more waiting. And each time I waited right at the end it left – usually by death or it simply wasn’t ‘meant to be’. I waited … Continue reading
Second Countdown
Second countdown Time merging into Past and present Present and past Future and present Present and future Twenty-three months of needless pain pain and more needless pain; feeling empty lonely sad lost uncertain frightened confused What is my … Continue reading
Counting my Blessings
For a long time I had clarity for the purpose of my life, then out of nowhere as if a bomb landed into my world from knowing exactly what I needed to do to a point where I was completely … Continue reading
Broken Butterfly
Trapped like a helpless catterpillar Emotions splayed Nakedly across barren land As peace rushes Out like the wind Blowing wildly The silent sirens echoe Inside my battered heart Bouncing from wall to wall Screaming: Brokenness. Despair everywhere Washed … Continue reading
Somewhat Forgotten, Somewhat Loved
Sometimes I feel like I have been forgotten. Like I am just a distant memory from a by gone past. I wish it wasn’t so. I wish emotions weren’t playing a persuasive role in me being somewhat forgotten. As I … Continue reading
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