thorn in my side

what is the shape of that secret,
lurking lonely in the shadow of your mind?

you will remember when you are ready.

while we wait,
let's wrap every furtive glance and anxious gesture in a layer of veils
one thousand thick,
and so of each unwanted moment make a misty cocoon.

handle with care your delicate creatures of discomfort -
one day they will set you free

and show you how to see.