What Becomes of a Veil?

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In the closet
under a box
next to that old yellow notebook
left over from college days
there
is my hiding place
my soul
my very being
tucked away in the dark
underneath layers of masquerade
there
is who I really am
everything to be known
absolute, in black and white
though graying with dust and time

It’s been 14 years

I’ve never taken him there

Inside, I ache
realization slapping through
he never knew me
all these years
he never wanted to see me
for who I was
only a pretty, trophy bride
now tearing veils and throwing them to wind
the scream bubbles up inside
my writings streak out in a blur
finding strength in each word

I am leaving

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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 16 years ago
Hell

Hell your not going anywhere, you know when you've got it good ... ;- )

foehn2foehn2about 16 years ago
finding strength in each word...

... like a train, massively heavy... but in each moment, it is gathering strength and speed. Nicely written; understandable, and very good.

LeBrozLeBrozover 16 years ago
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This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,000 poems.

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 18 years ago
Very Real

I experienced this feeling that after fifteen years of living with a partner, the saddest thing was not that we were parting, but that we never truly knew each other in any special way. Loved this poem

Miss OatlashMiss Oatlashover 18 years ago
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How can you see inside my soul so well?

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