a metaphor

In my once
upon a time, I
wore a veil
cloaked myself
from dangers
handed down,
family history.

in soft cloth,
upon layers
my spirit-

This behavior
its season.
You can’t
yourself against
Summer’s sun.

Smoked out,
the layers peeled
without guilt
and I
lay swathed
in madness.

The veil:
a metaphor
of humility,
of freedom.
But I was never free
as the day
I threw my veil
in the sun,
cast off my history
and staked claim
to a future
not planned
for me.


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