There you are.
Hiding behind the lies.

Has it helped?
Have things gotten better?
Is life as glorious as you
Keep pretending it is?
Are you really fulfilled and happy?

I didn’t think so.
But the truth is
You’ll never be honest enough
To tell me the truth and answer
Those penetrating questions.

So here’s where I am.
Far from you.
Far from the pain
You inflicted on me.
Far from your painful touch.
Far from your lying lips.

Am I happy about your choice
To remain behind the lies?
But it is your choice.

Am I happy with my life?
Has separating myself
From you helped me?
Have things gotten better for me?
Is life growing more and more glorious?
Am I growing more and more
Fulfilled and happy?

Am I happy with my choice
To separate myself from your lies?
I don’t want to pay for you anymore.
And there is nothing you could say
To me that would cause me
To rethink my decision.

Hope you’re happy now.
But I know you’re not.

~ Laurie Pontious-Andrews

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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