Pennock’s poetry
This is a personal project. It has been too long since I made poetry for myself. I build a world around me where I created. A world where poetry en stageperformance and event planning was everything I did. Untill I lost my words, my dreams. I got stuck in instability. No house, little money and the same old mental struggles. Now I begin again. For myself. For the sake of words and for the sake of my own sanity.
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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Boontjes doppen
Je zei me dat ik mijn eigen boontjes moet leren doppen Zelf met alle ingrediënten mijn eigen leven maken Maar als je dan heel lief voor mij kookt, zijn de…
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