by Yohanna Abdullah
It seems no wound is too deep
For a scathing remark to inflict
When the mind stinks and reeks
Of old pus and grit
The stench of despair
Fouls the air
No love and the brain retreats
Into no man’s land
No amount of wanting
To go to a happier place
A space in the sun
Where there’s hope for everyone
Can we get there?
It is all in our mind
Our battle field
Where wars are won
Yes won
The struggle bears fruit
If you only unleash
The best of you
Within, it is there
You love happiness, the breeze
The fresh air
Don’t doubt yourself
Cherish you
Me, we are no different
We can do it
Wake up to a new day
Smelling of guts and roses
Yohanna Abdullah is a writer and editor for Club HEAL. She has published four books for Club HEAL. She enjoys creative expression and she looks at life with wonder and love. She is a passionate mental health advocate. She is also a loving mother of two.
mentally blessed 