This veil I wear is short and bleak

And hides a bitter truth

My colours aren’t vibrant or rare,

My face not long of tooth

I watch from behind this safe place

In a costume of a sort

While the world passes me by

In a strange and unfamiliar sport

My heart is firmly attached

To the outside of my sleeve

I walk around with blinders on

To hide the fact I grieve

But today I pull the curtains back

In an attempt to show my face

It’s hard, it’s bold, it’s brave indeed

But somehow, I’ve found my place