Reflection

Tears falling in torrents from the grey sky,
Patter upon her creaky roof.

Droplets lusting to fill the spaces of whatever they can,

Infiltrate each crack in her ceiling,

Unapologetically falling onto a dust ridden floor.

One by one they accumulate,

Drawn together with magnetic attraction.

Precariously she tip-toed towards their watery gathering.

With the illumination of naught but a candlelight,

She peered down at the puddle grasping at her feet.

A concealed figure gazed back at her,

Veiled and irresolute the girl

Wore a mask of emotionless expression.

She lingered entranced in unwavering consternation,

The guise she wore was not alien,

For she had numerous semblances.

It was unique though, in it's glimmer of awareness,

Detectable just above her dark angled eyebrow.

The veil recognized it’s shared similarity with its partners.

Parallel in their fervent desire,

To remain furtively and elusively undercover,

Shielding the veracity which lies shrouded,

Underneath their reflection.