I have survived you.
I have lived without you
For many years.
I haven’t died.

I have suffered.
It has hurt.
But I have survived.

Having what I always believed
Confirmed in written form
Is not as deadly
As I thought it would be.

There was a crash.
There was a burn.
But I have survived.

Truth – as painful and ugly as it is –
Has the innate power
To bring healing and deliverance.

For me –
It is the only way to live and thrive.
I won’t ever go back
To mediocrity, deceit, and pretense.

It is a fantasy life –
And nowhere I want to dwell.
I am not Home yet –
But I’m well on my way.

I have left my family of dysfunction
And am walking side-by-side
With my Shepherd.

He is leading me into
Ever increasingly areas
Of freedom and spaciousness.

I have left the members
Of my family behind who
Prefer bondage in the valley.

I am going to the heights.
And I will not be turned back
For any reason whatsoever.

~ 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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