It's covering the window of all my inner pain.
It's timeless, just sitting there covering this paralyzing fog that I attempt to resist.
I don't want to pull the veil. Sometimes, I walk up to it, focusing on what lies behind it.
Sometimes, I nearly see through it without pulling.
What I see, like a scepter divulging my throat, larynx pulled, jaw stunned.
I don't want to pull the veil, but there might be some days that will ask me to do it, pull the cord, or sweep aside a small layer, just to see enough.
God help me.