some see beneath the surface
more easily
they feel the most
and suffer most
but they are the ones with the power
to change
it hurts
like roots through concrete
a strength unknown before
rises from the rubble of false realities
and the dust clears on a new self
sore and raw
but awake
and the tremors threaten and sometimes engulf
but the centre of you is a shiny serene thing
and it glows unstoppable
but not without
hope
and love
and patience