Such a thin veil
As translucent as can be without being clear.
Stretched Taunt hardly any give.
Can you hear my heart echo off its surface?
Always wondering why others can not.
Eye's search, fingers stroke probing for weakness?
Or just drawn to the smooth calling surface.
At times I think have the tears weakened it?
Have they made it soft?
At other timesI believe layer upon layer.
Drop by drop this facade has been hardened.
Strengthened by the very thing which most would not want to subject it to.
The paper facade, though thin is resilient.
Permanent if need be, it's presence necessary.
For without it all would be layed bare.
And I care not for this most precious of things to be unprotected.