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True Strength

You've always been strong,
But have you been gentle (with yourself).

You've always been strong. 
But have you been vulnerable (with others).

You've always been strong.
But have you been dependent (on God).

Too often we count the cost of softness,
Valuing strength above all else. 

But there is a cost to this strength,
That we don't want to see.

It's a wall built on lies,
So you never know free.

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I'm Tired

When it's the closest thing to the truth,
But not enough to explain.
The burden, the weight, the crippling pain.
It's not the words that fail me, 
or the shame that they carry.
Or the looks, or the sighs, 
Or the things they want buried.

It's the grip that tightens as I pull from its grasp.
The stretching, the straining, the wounds from the past.
I know now what's there.
The darkness. The empty. The worthless and hollow. 
I bend, and I break. Will I transform from its shadow? 

I can't look away, but I don't want to see.
The girl that I was, and all that strength did to me. 
Holding her, loving her, helping her breathe. 
The chains don't lock, but she's never known free.

Pretend, Pretend, Pretend. Where is she safe?
When there's nothing but noise, nothing but hate.
It mocks and it lies, yet it's the battle I face.
Searching for light, for the truth, for my place. 

Not to hide or withdraw, for it's not how we're wired. 
So the only response I can give is...

I'm tired

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The Quiet Strength

So much silence fills this room,
the space between us where words once loomed.
I’m learning to listen to my inner voice,
the one that tells me I have a choice,
when it’s time to stand, to speak what’s true,
and to protect myself — not as walls, but proof
of the love I’ve learned to give myself.

You see, I’ve carried the weight of voices unkind,
the echoes of words that fill my mind.
The wounds I’ve tended, the scars I’ve known,
I’ve walked through them quietly, and alone.
But now, staying is worse than the fear,
so I’m learning to choose, peace over near.

I will not bend beneath the storm,
nor shy away from what is mine to form.
I learned to bear your anger, your disguise,
but now I see with clearer eyes.
No more shrinking, or staying small,
I’ll take my light, and leave it all.

This isn’t anger, its quiet resolve,
it’s reclaiming what’s lost, a life evolved.
To be seen, to be heard, to be treated with care,
not to carry the weight of a life unfair.
I’m not leaving you behind in this space,
I’m just learning to walk with my own grace.

And I hope you, too, find the path that tends,
that softens the hurt and to make amends.
For no one should carry their burdens alone,
we all need hear the call to come Home.

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Rewriting the Story

With every word they said, I sank a little deeper.
Less and less I became. Frozen and growing weaker.

I tried. I know I did. The texts can tell the story.
I walked away bleeding. Not looking for any glory.

Lost in the pain, layered crimson with destruction.
A life built on survival, not love or true connection.

How can I leave? They’re all I’ve ever known. 
Every beginning, every ending. The only place that I’ve called home.

But this isn’t love. Love does not destroy. 
It whispers, “I am here,” not using silence or a ploy.

It holds you close with tenderness, with arms that carry hope. 
It lingers in the hard things, until you learn to cope.

They’re someone’s, just not mine, I finally see it clear.
What choice do I have left, when my body lives in fear? 

Too much and yet too little. So, I chose space and air.
And slowly I could breathe again, release the constant glare.

The dread began to loosen, the panic started to wane.
But fragile hearts turned on me, and rewrote all that pain.

It wasn’t what they did, it was how I would react.
They told the story carefully, but only part of it was fact.

They said that I abandoned them, erased me from the scene.
But left out all the harm that lived in everything between.

They called me bitter, selfish, unforgiving in their eyes.
But left out just how quickly they were choosing sides.

So, I’ll carry the truth, even when they deny it.
I won’t shrink it down, just so they can survive it.

They can rewrite the story, but I know what is real.
And I won’t betray myself for what they refuse to heal.

They can keep their version. I won’t fight to belong.
Not where truth is twisted and silence is so strong.

I may walk away wounded, but at least I walk free.
No longer confined to who they needed me to be.

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A Quiet Becoming

What happens when I don’t play my part?
When I stray from the script, and show you my heart?
Speaking a truth that’s too raw and too real. 
No longer wearing a mask and too numb to feel?

This weight is now too heavy to hold,
Swallowing hurt while never consoled. 
But nothing shifts, not really, not for me. 
The blame, the silence, the judgement, the cold. 
Who I am makes no difference, so why not be bold?

It took me awhile, but I finally see
Healing wasn’t for them, it was always for me. 
No longer hollow, clinging to pain.
Years spent hating who I became.

And then light gave way and mended my soul.
I’m changed now. Softer, yet finally whole.
I was patient. I gave. I longed to belong.
What will they do, now that I'm gone?

I could keep pretending, just to be near.
But it's not really me that they welcome here.
I hoped for so long they’d eventually see,
The goodness and grace I share so freely. 

Beauty was never meant to be hidden away,
Or, diminished so others could have all the say.
It may not be praised, or held with respect,
But worth is still worth, no matter what they accept.

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I Miss You

I missed you today.
Not the one that noticed my clothes, 
or commented on the way I wore my hair.

Not the one who said it was my fault,
that I provoked it, 
that I should have been different.

Not the one that turned away 
when I needed help most.

I missed the you that held me when I cried,
who encouraged me when I doubted.

The one that always showed up 
who made me feel less alone.

The one who took time to know me,
That never made me question
whether I was worthy to be seen.

I missed you, 
even though we’ve never met.

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She Let Go

She let go,
not in a quiet sigh,
but in the silence that followed
when I cried out and no one came.

She walked away,
though her feet were still in the room.
Her voice, once thunder
turned into nothing at all.

I learned to read shadows,
to tiptoe around her storms,
to mistake survival for love.
I called the ache in my chest “normal.”
I called myself “broken.”
I called her silence “my fault.”

But the ache had a name
and it was not mine.
The silence had a source
and it was not God.
And then, a whisper,
not hers
His.

Though she may forget you,
I will not forget.
I saw you curled in the dark.
I cupped your face in your sleep.
Your name is etched on My hands.
You are not too much for Me.

So now I choose something different,
not the false harmony or the shame.
I choose her, the child no one saw
and I bring her
into the light
of the One
who never turned away.

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Denial Over Love

Sometimes I wonder if you ever stop to see what this has done to me.
How long I carried the weight alone, begging for someone to notice.
But here I stand now quiet, alone, hurting, and still.

I kept the peace so long, I forgot what my own voice sounded like.
I bent myself into shapes that made you comfortable, not whole.
But the truth kept whispering louder and louder against my will.

You say I pulled away as if I vanished without reason.
As if distance was a whim and not the bruise of years of being blamed.
You rewrite history quickly, but my body remembers still.

You speak like nothing happened,
as if my shaking hands and sleepless nights are just my imagination.
As if my pain itself has no right to feel.

You watched me drown in silence,
and when I finally reached for air, you called me "brainwashed."
Truth is inconvenient for those who built their safety on might.

I used to think if I explained enough,
carefully, gently, you’d finally sit with what I feel.
But you only hear what absolves you, convinced only you are right. 

You protect your comfort like a kingdom,
and anything that threatens it becomes an enemy in your eyes.
But I won’t bow to a narrative that wounds me at the core. 

I won’t accept gifts that cost my peace,
or invitations that require pretending nothing happened.
I won’t reopen wounds just to keep a fragile story secure.

I wanted you to see me.
To hear me.
To care even a fraction of what I feel.

But you chose the story that keeps you innocent,
and made me the villain so you could play the victim.
Taking the family I needed, to sit with me as I heal. 

Yes, I have stepped away.
But not in anger. Not in haste.
Distance was the only place where I could breathe in peace. 

I stepped back because I know now that I matter. 
Because love without honesty is no love at all.
And I just wanted the pain to cease. 

Hang up the phone on me, hide behind your hate.
Lose the fragile bond we shared 
I will not pretend this wound was ever “no big deal.”

You blame me for the rift. 
But all I asked for was kindness.  
A gentle answer turns away wrath, unless its far too real. 

I’m learning to breathe again.
To trust the voice inside me that refuses to be still.
To walk away from what harmed me so I can finally heal.

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What I Wish She Would Have Said

Oh sweetheart…
come here.
I want to tell you something.
Something important.
Because you are important.
And, you deserve a mother whose voice softens
the moment she sees your pain.

I would say, 
“I’m so sorry you went through this.”
And mean it.
With a heavy heart
as a witness to what you endured. 

Because you didn’t deserve any of it.
Not the blame.
Not the silence.
Not the way you learned to disappear
just to survive.

If I had been the mother you needed,
I would begin with your story
not my excuses,
not my fear,
not my comfort.

I’d lean in close,
no manipulation,
no accusations,
no rearranging the truth
to make myself look better.

I would say,
“I believe you.
Every word.”

You were hurting.
You needed tenderness,
someone to listen, 
someone to hold you,
a steady place to land.
That is a mother’s job.
And I see now
how I failed you.

I see how alone you felt,
how hard you tried to keep the peace,
how much you carried.
The wrongness of it all.
And how you struggled 
under all that heaviness.

If I had been healthy,
you would never have had to shrink yourself
so I could feel big.
I would have looked you in the eye
and said,
“What happened to you was real.
It mattered.
You matter.”

I would apologize
not for show,
not for control,
but because grief would rise up in me
seeing what you lived through
without the mother you needed.

I would say,
“I wish I had been better.
I wish I had noticed sooner.
I wish I had listened.”
And I wouldn’t defend myself.
I’d let the truth stand
sharp,
honest,
holy.

I would thank you
for your courage,
for your voice,
for surviving a home
that hurt you.

I’d give you space to heal
not as punishment, 
but as respect,
And I would stay.
Stay.
Not just when it’s easy
but when it’s messy,
quiet,
painful,
true.

I would make sure you knew:
I’m here.
I love you.
You deserved gentle love,
steady love,
safe love.
And I’m sorry
I’m so, so sorry
you didn’t get it from me.

That’s what a mother says,
when her love is real.

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Triumph

Sometimes it strikes me. How unaware you are. 
The words you speak. The harm they inflict. 
Or worse, the denial, as if truth could simply vanish.
But love…it is absent.

You call only to boast of your effort, 
The concern that could keep us close is missing. 
Absent from a heart whose depths you can’t reach. 
And still…it hurts. 

If even a sliver of hope remained to reach you.  
If even a small chance existed, 
I would tell you what I long for you to hear. 
But hope…it is gone. 

I am not doomed to bear the blame, 
so your hands can be clean. 
Yet, one day. Maybe. I’ll thank you.  
Though…not today.

In time, I’ll be grateful you broke my spirit.
For it is through that, I found her.
Oh how I wish you could meet her. 
She is…love.
 
And I love her. I do. Deeply. 
The woman I have become. 
The light inside her, how it shines. 
She has…peace.
 
Seeing now what could have been yours. 
I ache for your loss. 
How can I hold my hurt  when in the end, 
It is you…who lost.

Best Poems Written by Ashley Lippert

True Strength

I'm Tired

The Quiet Strength

Rewriting the Story

A Quiet Becoming

I Miss You

She Let Go

Denial Over Love

What I Wish She Would Have Said

Triumph

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