Underneath it all my skin crawls in discomfort.
Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall.
Underneath it all, an internal battle
against the weakness of my greatest enemy – my inner self.
Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall.
Underneath it all my structure disintegrates,
microscopic pieces falling and falling, in a kaleidoscope of emotions.
Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall.
Underneath it all,
life is brittle and holding its breath.
Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall.
I guess, it is all an illusion!
Adri lives in Cape Town and writes as a hobby only and enjoys creating an image with words in the minds eye.