She Is…

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She is…

She is…

A little girl in a constant war
All she wants is something more.
Each day she works to understand
Charged with being the one at fault,
With words as brittle as the sand,
Forced at age three to be an adult.
Wondering what it is she lacks,
She is willing to go anywhere but back.

She plays the part
In keeping the lies,
She is blind to the heart
And blind to the eyes.

She buries her pain behind an empty smile,
Every step in her life is like a mile.
Wishing everything was just a dream,
Wanting someplace safe to run.
Face to face with only what seems,
There is more to this than what has been done.
In her eyes, reality has too strong a hold,
Lies have already been bought and sold.
She realizes there is more to this,
There is more to this than the obvious.

She puts on a front
Everyday acts,
For the truth is too blunt
For her to face the facts.

A little girl on her own.
A mask is all that covers.
Her secrets are only God known.
Tomorrow is already over.
For her, tomorrow is had and done,
Yes, for her, relief is none.

Silence for now is her friend.
She lives a life of pretend.
In an effort to keep things going good,
How much she thought she understood,
Was not only lies but wasted time
All suffered for someone else’s crime.

Fear and denial take their turn with fate
Maybe later will come too late.

She lives life to the subtle.
She tolerates just to settle.
So much in her life to regret
She hides her face from what is true,
Nothing any more is a safe bet.
No one knows what she has been through.
All she wanted to have was never given.
All she wanted to hear was never spoken.

A teenager lost to the lies so fake
Through God’s grace she is able to cope.
Only by the Love of the Cross’s sake
Tomorrow leaves a ray of hope.
For tomorrow is far from had and done,
Yes, tomorrow, can still be won.

As she faces the years of her past,
She looks beyond what has been cast.
Not willing to ignore the Sacrifice,
She is no longer ignorant to the gift of the Cross.
She now realizes the full price
Hope to her is not at loss.
Through God’s Mercy and Love’s Chance
She is no longer a victim of circumstance.

A young woman full grown
Is able to look for more ways,
Only by God’s grace alone
Tomorrow is a new day.
Yes tomorrow is had and done,
Yes, in HIM, her battles are won.

It is because of her my burden is less.
It is because of her I am who I am.
It is because of her I can face the darkness.
It is because of her I know that I can.
It is because of her I do not give way.
It is because of her I know what is true.
And I for one am proud to say,
Mom,
She is you.

~ Ashley Lauren Andrews

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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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