Peaking from behind the shroud,
The world functions around me…
Without me.
Peaking from behind the shroud,
Glimmers of things I cared about,
Things that made me smile.
Peaking from behind the shroud,
An exotic dancer,
Teasing back towards ‘normal’.
Peaking from behind the shroud,
Wondering how long it will take
For the shroud to lift, or fall away.
Peaking from behind the shroud,
Straining to see beyond the darkness,
To see a morning of simple tasks.
Peaking from behind the shroud,
The dance comes slowly to a close…
The shroud drifts to the floor.
