Hannahbananadow - Hello Poetry

anxiety, wondering which pair to wear, blue, it was blue she says a prayer for courage and comfort no pockets, just slip it into the boots, it's there nervously sitting, so young and unsure of herself he comes out, "it's your turn", he says with his kind voice and smile she stands hesitantly, she follows to the room. questions, answers to those questions can't think straight, mind racing "any questions or concerns?" "actually, yes." so unlike her. she pulls it out of the blue boot, tears begin to form in her eyes, she explains. the door closes, she's out but the feeling of relief never comes instead, she's left with feelings of abandonment, from who? God? can't see past the mist, promises left unfulfilled? trudging away in her blue boots. 17 months pass, same place, same man, same blue boots, but there's a difference in the girl. more worn, just like her boots, but more kind, more understanding, more sure. molded by the God she knows and loves. looking back on the gray, she starts to see color, and not just blue, colors she didn't know existed, colors that were there the whole time, but she didn't see a God, a friend that was there the whole time. now, admiring the beauty of a once unsure, and continuously unsure life with a deeper knowledge of God's grace, smiling, in her blue boots

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Jun 15, 2020

Jun 15, 2020 at 5:10 PM UTC

Hannahbananadow

her blue boots

anxiety, wondering which pair to wear, blue, it was blue she says a prayer for courage and comfort no pockets, just slip it into the boots, it's there nervously sitting, so young and unsure of herself he comes out, "it's your turn", he says with his kind voice and smile she stands hesitantly, she follows to the room. questions, answers to those questions can't think straight, mind racing "any questions or concerns?" "actually, yes." so unlike her. she pulls it out of the blue boot, tears begin to form in her eyes, she explains. the door closes, she's out but the feeling of relief never comes instead, she's left with feelings of abandonment, from who? God? can't see past the mist, promises left unfulfilled? trudging away in her blue boots. 17 months pass, same place, same man, same blue boots, but there's a difference in the girl. more worn, just like her boots, but more kind, more understanding, more sure. molded by the God she knows and loves. looking back on the gray, she starts to see color, and not just blue, colors she didn't know existed, colors that were there the whole time, but she didn't see a God, a friend that was there the whole time. now, admiring the beauty of a once unsure, and continuously unsure life with a deeper knowledge of God's grace, smiling, in her blue boots

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sometimes its just dark giving in to voices saying there's no way out no way out no one within miles (emotionally) to pull me out panicking, cannot get out on my own no hope. and when i'm there, i get lost in the crowd, i'd rather not be in the crowd at all sometimes it's easier to sleep through the day than experience it anxiety i need space, but i need love my two needs how do i feed both? i try, but fail can't do this alone, panic. been taught my whole life there's always a reason to hope but what for? i don't believe them. "where are you?!" ... something quiet whispers to my heart ... He knows how i feel holding my broken heart in His palms His scarred palms a subtle sunrise of understanding my scars help me to understand His' "I have heard of thee by the hearing, but now mine eye seeth thee." I see Him, now. I know Him. I hope. I am never alone.

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Apr 13, 2020

Apr 13, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC

Hannahbananadow

hope for

sometimes its just dark giving in to voices saying there's no way out no way out no one within miles (emotionally) to pull me out panicking, cannot get out on my own no hope. and when i'm there, i get lost in the crowd, i'd rather not be in the crowd at all sometimes it's easier to sleep through the day than experience it anxiety i need space, but i need love my two needs how do i feed both? i try, but fail can't do this alone, panic. been taught my whole life there's always a reason to hope but what for? i don't believe them. "where are you?!" ... something quiet whispers to my heart ... He knows how i feel holding my broken heart in His palms His scarred palms a subtle sunrise of understanding my scars help me to understand His' "I have heard of thee by the hearing, but now mine eye seeth thee." I see Him, now. I know Him. I hope. I am never alone.

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Greenhouse Scaling flowers A buzzing for pollen Pinks and magentas stroke the space Growing

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC

Hannahbananadow

Greenhouse

Greenhouse Scaling flowers A buzzing for pollen Pinks and magentas stroke the space Growing

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You just knew right when you saw her She was different from most Goodness implanted so deeply inside her Proven with every kind smile, every gentle action I remember those hospital days It hurt so bad I couldn't walk But she must've played the same board game for what seemed hundreds of times And slept in the little metal cot by my side She was always there All those times when I just wanted to quit Kids were being mean, I got last in a race She said, "No matter what happens, you will always be loved." And it was true, I always was No matter how bad it got I knew she would always be there To catch my tears And to help me have courage She cared more than I knew, so much more My good days she sang with deep joy My bad days she wept with a shattered heart On her knees, begging God to show mercy on her little girl It was not until I grew that I realized what I had And that not everyone had it I never knew how blessed I was To have something that makes saying goodbye so hard God knew when he put me in your care No one could touch me the way you did No one could love me so perfectly He knew I needed a friend, I couldn't do it on my own Some see brilliant visions of angels I see my mother's open arms And that's all I need To know His hand is in all of this

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Mar 14, 2017

Mar 14, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC

Hannahbananadow

Leah Anne

You just knew right when you saw her She was different from most Goodness implanted so deeply inside her Proven with every kind smile, every gentle action I remember those hospital days It hurt so bad I couldn't walk But she must've played the same board game for what seemed hundreds of times And slept in the little metal cot by my side She was always there All those times when I just wanted to quit Kids were being mean, I got last in a race She said, "No matter what happens, you will always be loved." And it was true, I always was No matter how bad it got I knew she would always be there To catch my tears And to help me have courage She cared more than I knew, so much more My good days she sang with deep joy My bad days she wept with a shattered heart On her knees, begging God to show mercy on her little girl It was not until I grew that I realized what I had And that not everyone had it I never knew how blessed I was To have something that makes saying goodbye so hard God knew when he put me in your care No one could touch me the way you did No one could love me so perfectly He knew I needed a friend, I couldn't do it on my own Some see brilliant visions of angels I see my mother's open arms And that's all I need To know His hand is in all of this

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Secret Gardens Made for whispers and peculiar things Slight breeze hums over trickling waters Vines reaching for their piece of Sun Blooming peonies Hushed lavender A single auburn rose Not afraid of different A wooden swing hung from the lilac tree Moving to the beat of the wind Giggles formed from the years spent A plutherea of delightful times A whist is heard A cascading leaf? Or a faery bride Promenading down a pebble isle?

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May 27, 2016

May 27, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC

Hannahbananadow

Secret Gardens

Secret Gardens Made for whispers and peculiar things Slight breeze hums over trickling waters Vines reaching for their piece of Sun Blooming peonies Hushed lavender A single auburn rose Not afraid of different A wooden swing hung from the lilac tree Moving to the beat of the wind Giggles formed from the years spent A plutherea of delightful times A whist is heard A cascading leaf? Or a faery bride Promenading down a pebble isle?

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