A Heart of Flesh


Silent screams.
Dry tears.
A hard, stony heart.

Running from the pain.
Running from the anger.
Running from the truth.

Nowhere left to run.
Nowhere left to hide.
No more defenses.

No longer numb.
Every nerve in torment.
Soul in utter agony.

Facing the pain.
Facing the anger.
Facing the truth.

Shouts of rage.
Oceans of tears.
A live beating heart of flesh.

~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews

There is much buried in my memory. So many silent screams. So many silent wails and dry tears. Oh how many times has my throat closed up as I fought hard against the release of my true self. Help me not to hide. Help me not to run. Help me to be strong and brave and face the pain inside, knowing, that I may run but I will never outrun You.


About unabashedhope

The name Unabashed Hope comes from my favorite poem by Emily Dickinson. Unabashed means not embarrassed, disconcerted or ashamed. I believe Emily's poem, Hope is the Thing with Feathers, says it best: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chilliest land And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me.

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