My upbringing in a severely abusive religious cult led me, two siblings, and two other grown children to eventually bring the leader to justice, resulting in a 180-year prison sentence for him and his eventual death there. This experience left me with profound questions about my faith and the transformation of something initially positive into something deeply troubling. The poem I wrote during my journey out of the cult reflects my acceptance of the lack of immediate answers, trusting that they would eventually come. Through my experiences, I discovered what many others have also learned, that suffering, when examined and appreciated, can yield valuable wisdom and growth that can benefit self and others. (see also my page on Post-Traumatic Growth)