June 18, 2022March 11, 2023 PainEtched deepOn her faceVeiled by the maskThat she wears so wellOnly the mirror seesThe price that she pays each dayThe dead weight of aspirationsDrowned in formless oceans of longingAnd the fathomless depths of her despair© Ann Bagnall Share this:EmailTweetPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related