The Life Within
The outer shell where I exist?
They only see what they believe
But when they scrutinize
with natural eyes
tis not what they perceive
The beauty of the skin
masquerades the life within
that no one else can see,
sometimes not even me
The allure of the shell could never compare
to the invisible glory of the heart
Deep inside, locked away somewhere;
I am free in the deepest part . . .