Shredded veil

Mother said the veil is a double-edged sword. To the innocent it purifies. To the guilty it condemns. For both it can embolden or shame, depending on who is behind the veil. Father tore the veil at 14. Kruber destroyed it at 24. I have no veil to embolden or hide me. I live exposed both physically and metaphorically. Photo credit @ Roger Bultot It has not been easy. Sometimes I itch for a veil. A shield against fractured thoughts from my past seeking to cross over into my future. But I need no veil for He is risen. His love is enough. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Written for Friday fictioneers, a weekly witting group hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-fields. Please click the link to visit her page and this link to read other lovely stories.

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