Shadowed Reflection

In the mirror's silvered light, a figure veiled, Her face obscured, a secret unveiled. With hands that cover, she hides from sight, A reflection of the soul's deep night. The frame, a gilded cage, ornate and old, A witness to the stories untold. The background whispers tales of time and space, A textured canvas, a worn, weathered face. The subject's arms, a gentle, self-embrace, A gesture of protection, a defensive space. The red marks on her skin, a subtle, telling sign, Of trials faced, of battles fought in silence divine. In this portrait, a story unfolds, Of vulnerability, of a heart that's grown cold. Yet, in the shadows, a glimmer shines, A light that beckons, a path that entwines. Through the veil of tears, a truth is revealed, A resilience that heals, a spirit unsealed.