20. The Veil

Another poem in prose.

She veils, volunteer,
To enter in prayer.
She veils with indifference,
To hide the trouble.
She veils to put a distance
Between her and the world.
She veils her face to escape
A moment, this devouring love.
She puts an invisible veil
To survive,
What she can’t take anymore.
To last again.
She buries deep inside her.
Imprisoning herself.
To shoot.
But nobody listen.
World is deaf to her pain.
As from now, she is invisible again.


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