Pennock’s poetry

This is a personal project. It has been too long since I made poetry for myself. I created a world where poetry, stageperformance and event planning was everything I did. I lost my words, my dreams. I got stuck in instability. So, I begin again. For myself. For the sake of words and for the sake of my own sanity. However personal this project is, you are welcome to read, to ask and to reach out if it feels like the right thing to do.

I’m a lost soul
In a lost world
A stranger in my own skin
I fear the darkness within

About the author

Anne

A writer, a poet, a childcare and education specialist, a wanderer and a dissociating mess.

What my therapist said

★★★★★

You are your own therapist
You know what happens
You are the only one who can help you get through life
I’m merely here to support you

What my mother said

★★★★★

Play your own hand of cards that you’ve been dealth

What my gut said

★★★★★

Be unapologetical yourself

The About’s Words

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