Sleepily passing through confidence

shattered, made up, untrue…

Dreamily knowing it’s true…

..but a facade until reality

hits, breaks to the core

of what’s now there…

growing daily,

little bits.

Fighting off fits…

…of rage, sadness, doubt.

The mighty come in small packages..

..it must win, for confidence depends.

——————

Submitted as part of dVerse’s OpenLinkNight Week 21

Advertisements