Fallout

Fallout captures what happens next: Legal action, trauma therapy, lost faith, and a shattered family. There is grief not only for the relationship but for the belief that it ever meant what it was supposed to. Religious betrayal, systemic injustice, single parenting, and the first breaths of healing rise up through rage and sorrow. This section is a raw confrontation with the people and systems that failed. It speaks boldly where silence once lived.

Order of Poems & Prose: Sticks & Stones – Psalm 139 – Ghosts – Shepherd – Leash – Testimony – Predestined Pain – Genesis (prose poem) – Inhale – The Truth – Wretched – The System Isn’t Built for Me

*Please be advised: This book contains references to physical and emotional abuse, child abuse, gaslighting, suicide threats, and domestic violence. Reader discretion is advised.

Fallout

Name: The Healing Bundle
Brand: Faith & Prose
SKU: wpp9e
Price: 39.99 USD
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Genesis

Jonathan Valania

As a serpent you came,Slithering, twisting, shifting through Genesis,Hissing sweet nothings for me to consume,While your right hand spoke a different tune.

Genesis

Jonathan Valania

As a serpent you came,Slithering, twisting, shifting through Genesis,Hissing sweet nothings for me to consume,While your right hand spoke a different tune.

Predestined Pain

Jonathan Valania

Tonal shift—the echoing music was deafening. Yet it was home. My brain pirouettes in its inability to think. Calvinist demise. Predestination. I guess it was foretold that I would meet...

Predestined Pain

Jonathan Valania

Tonal shift—the echoing music was deafening. Yet it was home. My brain pirouettes in its inability to think. Calvinist demise. Predestination. I guess it was foretold that I would meet...

Inhale

Jonathan Valania

In…One—Two—Three—Out…The mantra I repeat as my lonely breath releases its grip on the oxygen in my blood.

Inhale

Jonathan Valania

In…One—Two—Three—Out…The mantra I repeat as my lonely breath releases its grip on the oxygen in my blood.

The Truth

Jonathan Valania

I could scream out in pain till I’m blue in the face,Yet you would only hear my voice raising.Not the pain.Not hurt.Not the demons you stirred.

The Truth

Jonathan Valania

I could scream out in pain till I’m blue in the face,Yet you would only hear my voice raising.Not the pain.Not hurt.Not the demons you stirred.

Wretched

Jonathan Valania

Your mental illness was a bitch—A cantankerous wolf in sheep’s clothing.You’ve always polished your mask so well.

Wretched

Jonathan Valania

Your mental illness was a bitch—A cantankerous wolf in sheep’s clothing.You’ve always polished your mask so well.

The System Wasn't Built For Me

Jonathan Valania

They didn’t need her to prove anything. They only needed me to fail. Because the system isn’t built for men who stay. Who love. Who survive.

The System Wasn't Built For Me

Jonathan Valania

They didn’t need her to prove anything. They only needed me to fail. Because the system isn’t built for men who stay. Who love. Who survive.

Read Letters I'll Never Send

What began as court documents, voicemails, and text messages became something more. It's a story about survival, truth-telling, and the long, sacred work of healing.

Letters I’ll Never Send is a raw, autobiographical collection of poems and prose written through the aftermath of emotional abuse. It speaks for the moments you couldn’t. It says what was never safe to say out loud.

Ordering the print edition includes exclusive poems and reflections not available online—and directly supports outreach efforts for survivors of domestic abuse.

This book is for the ones who made it out, and the ones still finding their way.