Betrayed by your own beliefs, values, and illusions
None of these were ever yours
Only borrowed
Like a spine ingrained in your depth
So strong it gives rise to your whole being
And although bent down by the heaviness
Of pain you never learned how to carry
Know that its strength hasn’t weakened
Its power waiting patiently
To be awakened
After years of repression
Its cells build from nothing other
Than love, wisdom, and vitality
Its only language compassion and forgiveness
Although bent down
Never broken
Only waiting for the right environment
To offer space big enough for its full height
Only waiting for the right environment
To spread out and grow far
With seeds planted nowhere else
But in your own two hands
