I hide behind veils
and then say you don’t see me
sometimes, I can’t see me, either.
I wrap sadness around me like a shroud,
mourning the life I am not living
I see myself, I see the truth
I see my reflection
and then all is obscured
I hide it from myself
or does the world hide it from me?
Wrapping around, then
I see how this has sheltered me
I shake it off
I put the mirror down reverently.