Another night of casual

Debauchery with empty bottles

An urn to hold the ashes

After setting the night

On fire.

Her hair, a mess

Tangled in knots

A twisted bow

Is all she has —

Memento of the night.

She’s just a girl

In her mind, no where to go

Grownups dangle gold and wine

Scooping up what’s left

Confetti for the party girl.

By morning there’s a hush

Wide awake, bow unfolded

Crowds are gone

No longer a youth

An adult facing truth.





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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