To the untrained eye everything can appear fine.
Put together, polished and posed in the right light.
Under the foundation on your skin, the foundation you stand on is crumbling.
The feeling of being out of control sweeps through you.
You shake, you sweat and you cry.
You can’t bring yourself to reason with this rock in your stomach that holds you back.
It grips your heart and steals your breath.
Makes you believe you are small.
So you sit and wait for the feeling to pass.
This internal hurricane is fighting for release.
But you walk on.
You greet the people you meet and the new day with a fearless smile.
An impecable example of perfection.
You exhibit warmth and wealth beyond what monetary values you hold.
Your presence is a light shining through a tunnel of darkness.
Even when below the surface, you’re still in the tunnel.
This post is in response to the daily prompt. Word? Surface.