06/18/2025
“Fractured to Formless”
An excerpt from Mentally Whole by Reverend Gigi Jenkins
I once was scattered,
like shards of thought across a floor
no one dared sweep.
Each edge of me whispered
a different fear—
loneliness,
hopelessness,
a hunger that begged for fulfillment.
I was a house with no lights,
windows cracked by stormy screams,
halls echoing
with the ache of being too much
and not enough
at the same time.
The mind, a mirror maze—
every turn
a reflection of my own undoing.
How does one live
when even the self feels unsafe?
But then—
a breath.
A break in the loop.
Not the absence of pain,
but the noticing of it
as a voice
trying to come home.
I called my scattered selves back.
Each shadow,
each fragment,
an envoy of wisdom
I once disowned.
I stitched light into the spaces
I used to abandon.
I became
the sacred seamstress
of my own becoming.
And as I integrated—
not to fix,
but to remember—
I saw:
My wholeness was never lost,
only hidden
behind the illusion of separation.
Now, I rise
not as one who has healed,
but as one who remembers
how to wield
the very energy
that once undid me.
Superhuman?
No.
Simply sovereign.
Master of energy.
Alchemist of emotion.
Infinity, embodied.
