Guts and Roses

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


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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.




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