Veiled behind the lovely lace of her smile lies torrents of pain that only she is aware of.
¬†‘Tho the veil may shift with the winds of change, she holds it in place.
¬†Her eyes are traitors that betray buried secrets… so she diverts them, casting their gaze to the ground; the only control she has over the windows to her soul.¬†
You behold her.
Her veil¬†intrigues¬†you like a mystery untold.
Indeed, it is a mystery how she keeps it in place when her world quakes beneath her feet.
It is a skill she has honed.
This smile is the only fortress she has.
Behind the facade, her soul is screaming.
One moment, she is longing for an escape; someone to carry her far, far away, lift the tender lace, look into the wells of her eyes, and embrace her with tenderness.
The next, she will gaze upon the garden she has planted within her fortress walls.
The veil acts like a kaleidoscope, shifting the colors in her mind’s eye until she sees the beauty in her soul and knows that one day, the veil will be lifted, her true smile will be set free, and her spirit will levitate beyond her walls to see all that is good.
I dedicate this to all who are carrying a secret pain. ¬†I know that sometimes you smile to ward off questions that you would rather not answer.
It is my prayer that you would see the hope that you carry within yourself‚Ä¶that lovely garden.