Closer still, a new dawn rises. Caught off guard, a relieved sob escapes. Four cruel, grueling years, we’ve held our breath, walking on eggshells, ruminating on what went wrong. The metamorphosis of others soaked down to our daughter’s seeking soul. Layers of rage, self-hatred, deception melt, puddled like rocky road on blazing blacktop. Cautiously optimistic joy climbs to the surface of my mind. Could we get our prodigal back? Safe in our embrace, embracing her destiny? Good omens abound like the hint of lip gloss, the smile at old photos, The melting façade of manufactured indignation and subjective truth Our sweet baby girl, laughing, back in our arms, uplifting, not crushing our spirits. Hint of compassion, contrition, connection loft through the air like spring lilac dew. We toss our pills with hopeful hands, gallop into the garden and touch supple grass, escaping the mindless prisons of Netflix and grazing to faze the pain. With broad, confident strides, we step out into the blazing sunshine of a life restored… thank you, Lord.
"The metamorphosis of others soaked down to our daughter’s seeking soul."
Detransitioners are the key to transformation in a culture that values "influencers." These brave individuals risk everything, and their example is essential.
I'm thrilled that your family is intact and stronger than ever.
Dear One, thank you for this beautiful poem. So hope it is reality for your family. If so, I am, so happy for you! This gives us all hope for our loved ones. Sending love and prayers.
Thank you for this Hope. It's been three years. Yesterday I was caught by surprise at an unexpected outpouring of grief. It may have been connected to a feeling loss at the prospect of attending our daughter's college graduation without contact or acknowledgement. All that we were not able to share in. The idea that we won't know about her life going forward unless she relents. I am glad you were able to change your relationship with your adult child.
"The metamorphosis of others soaked down to our daughter’s seeking soul."
Detransitioners are the key to transformation in a culture that values "influencers." These brave individuals risk everything, and their example is essential.
I'm thrilled that your family is intact and stronger than ever.
All my good wishes.
God above thank you for their miracle! May our family one day, too, rejoice- being our son back to us. I am so happy for your daughter’s return
Dear One, thank you for this beautiful poem. So hope it is reality for your family. If so, I am, so happy for you! This gives us all hope for our loved ones. Sending love and prayers.
Love, Indio
From one mama's heart to another, so so very happy for you! ❤️
Oh my gosh, I hope this means your daughter came back to her true self and that this is not just a poem.
I pray daily for my son’s healing🙏
Praise God if this is how things worked out for you and your family 🙏
Beautiful!! Thank you for sharing your hope-filled poem.
It sounds like a beautiful dream, waking up from the years long nightmare. Thank you for sharing your hopeful joy with us.
some hope on the horizon for hopefully many!
Thank you for this Hope. It's been three years. Yesterday I was caught by surprise at an unexpected outpouring of grief. It may have been connected to a feeling loss at the prospect of attending our daughter's college graduation without contact or acknowledgement. All that we were not able to share in. The idea that we won't know about her life going forward unless she relents. I am glad you were able to change your relationship with your adult child.
Sending you a tremendous hug
sounds like their daughter changed her relationship with herself.
That is the draw to home - home to self, home to family.
So very happy for you 🥹🙏
Manufactured indignation; and also searing rage. May all the prodigals someday escape from the bonds of evil and untruth.
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So happy for you! ❤️
I can’t imagine the joy of getting a child back from this nightmare.