Poetry by Annushka

Turning Point


Heather, I need to go away
There's nothing one can do or say
To cause this rebel's mind to sway
I hope to find my peace

I'm breaking through a bolted door
To dreams of mine and plans made for
This wretched girl who wanted more
Than cure her own disease

A life with purpose is my aim
Let love and service be my name
No more of guilt or painful shame
To keep me from my calling

Depression is a nasty hoax
Your selfesteem and pride it chokes
"Your useless life" the jester jokes
"has been but one grand falling!"

"So what?" I say, I won't look back
I won't derail from this new track
With hope and faith I fill my sack
I'm done with life's regrets

I'm on the beach and set to sail
I've broken out of grimy jail
With no one there to pay my bail
Ignoring devil's threats


� 2004 Anne Maarit Ghan
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