I see you there
Standing on the
Wrong Side of the veil
Hesitating
Distracted
By the ten thousand things
Whose deeper purpose
Is only to distract
You
For one more moment
And then one more
Until the cows come home
And trample you
Dead.

Don’t blame the cows.
Don’t blame the distractors.
Do you not see
Blame is one of
The original ten thousand?
The only thing to do, then,
The only act that will allow you
The courage
And fearlessness
Necessary
To brave the gentle veil
That seems iron clad
But in truth evaporates
At a touch,
Is to, finally, see
See through
All
These
Lies.

(c) Sare Liz Anuszkiewicz, 2017