Beneath the exterior

Beneath this skin

There are nerves

Nerves the feel and send messages

Beneath this sternum

There is a heart

A heart the pumps to sustain life

Beneath these ribs

There are lungs

Lungs which struggle to breathe

Beneath this fat

There is a stomach

This is growing much stronger

For what I’ve dealt with

Beneath this shell

There is a core

Much softer than it’s exterior

In this core,

I think

I feel

I love

I mourn loss

No more

But certainly no less

Than anyone else

Never let the package fool you

You can always be surprised

With the revealing of its contents