Beyond Your Veil

“Beyond the Veil”

I don’t just see your face,

I see the silence between your breaths,

the tremor in your hands you hide when the world is watching.

I see the wars you never declared,

the scars stitched quiet under your smile,

the places where laughter tries to cover what never healed.

I see you

beyond the veil of casual conversations,

past the hurt that taught you to build walls,

beyond even the joy you hold like a lantern in a storm.

I see the fractures that let light leak out,

the midnight thoughts that don’t have names,

the moments you almost drowned but chose to rise.

Your soul hums like a hymn too ancient for language,

a music older than pain,

resonating in the quiet rhythm of your eyes.

And it’s beautiful.

Not the kind of beauty they sell in windows or magazines,

but the kind born of surviving,

the kind that bends but does not break,

the kind that sings even when the throat is dry with sorrow.

I don’t see perfection.

I see something truer

the raw and unpolished,

the sacred and trembling,

the cathedral that is your heart still standing

after every storm tried to take it down.

I see you.

All of you.

The shadows and the sunrise,

the prayers and the questions,

the broken glass and the stained-glass windows.

And if no one ever told you,

let me say it now

You are not the sum of your struggles.

You are the melody behind them,

the soul that makes even pain sound like music.

I see you.

And you are worth being seen.