My myth

I can see through my veil,

A mix of unknown feelings

Eating me alive

Every single day



I hear the noises of my doubts

And debate with the other options,

As if they were witches

Ready to take me to a place I don’t wanna go.



I don’t know what is there for me,

I don’t know there,

And I don’t know me.

I am the woman with a veil.



What will come after I cast myself off,

I am not really interested,

But I sure want to know

If I will keep my sanity to safely sail away.