Beneath the Veil

Let me show you!

What I have seen; I am afraid to show you.

Like a forbidden truth, I’m scared to speak it aloud.

But please; let me show you,

for words fall apart around it,

and language is too small to carry its weight.

Let me try, but don’t judge me; just hold my hand.

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It is scary, as scary as it gets.

I want to show you, though I have already regretted it.

Just hold my hand; do not turn your back.

It may seem that I do not need it,

but I am small before all of this.

Let me show you, and do not judge me; no matter what you see.

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Did you see?

The clouds grow darker, the winds grow stronger.

It feels as though it knows it is no longer hidden;

that eyes are finally upon it.

Unfaced as it is, its dominance expands.

I can only show you, though I cannot explain.

Open your eyes; do not be afraid. What can it really do?

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Here it is; see what I have seen,

Perhaps then you will understand why I am the way I am, and how I came to be.

Nothing can be changed; eternity remains.

Let me try; do not judge me... just hold my hand.

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I still cannot tell,

if this is something everyone has seen, or if it is mine alone to carry.

What would you gain from asking? Only opinions shaped by other shadows.

I still cannot decide if it is a prison of the mind I see, or a boundless freedom of the soul.

No one can tell me; sometimes not even myself.

I can only show you; though I cannot describe.

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Open your eyes; do not be afraid. What can it really do, once seen?

Let me show you! But do not judge me; no matter what you see!