The Other Side Of The Veil

The flurry falls from the mourning sky, 

a simple reminder of a new era I’ve set afoot.

I’m filled with an emptiness of what used to be a golden sky,

a maskless afterglow of a December nightfall. 

 

The silver wave of hope blankets the celestial sphere,

I wonder what it’s like to be up there?

It’s been a year since I’ve charged into this battlefield.

I’m trapped in a mask of deception and false courage.

 

My security in this smog tainted veil,

all I see is the deceit it's brought to those who thought they knew me.

I’m engulfed in confliction of what I thought I knew about myself.  

Unknowingly, my armor has become a concealment of my uncertainty.

 

What am I behind these four white walls?

What am I when I cannot see past this abyss of bigotry?

Society has torn away its humanity to bring ‘justice’ for the unchosen.

This subversive inferno cannot be justified as patriotism. 

To be frightened by the affliction of the oppressors is unjust

and I will not hold injustice in the palms of my hands.  

 

I no longer want to find comfort behind this thin black wall.

I no longer want to be afraid of the fire that burns my touch.

I no longer want to be stuck in a cage of breathless nights,

for I must find my own truth in this divided time.