There’s something different about you; I see it in your face.
It’s like you’ve left us all behind; you’re in your happy place.
The scars of disease are evident; there’s no hiding the holes
Where hail struck you dumb, where insects wove their boles.
And yet your rays are evident; there is an inner light
That gleams with warmth and brilliance, a phosphorescence bright.
And I’m left wondering, perplexed; I really want to know
Your secret luminosity – what makes your blossom glow?
What makes some people rise above horrible circumstances? Â What quality do some possess to create the drive to survive? Â Why does one walk out of the ‘hood’ with heart intact, and another fall to addiction? Â What makes one victim go on to greatness, and another a predator? Â I want to know…

What are your thoughts?