Pulling at my hair

Twisting it through your fingers

Careful not to rip

My heart out

Mind in tact, nevertheless.

Struggling to grasp

A broken home

A broken past

Overwhelmed by the flood

Of blood and tears

Streaming down

Puddling into a well of hurt.

You set me in motion

Forever in debt

To your will —

That is, until I saw her

Moving toward me

Like Holy Mother Mary

Blessing me as I stand

God’s plan was always

In my hands.



Author: Joanna Fanuko

"Hold on to the present; let go of the past; reach your hand out to the future." Join me on my journey through mental health and wellness. features my original poetry and deep thoughts. Thanks for following and reading!

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