Empty Shadow

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For years I had walked around as if I were a shell of a man.

The things that I had done to myself had left me empty and desolate.

I had totally given up on myself. I knew what I was capable of. But I had become unproductive. A liability to myself.

When I would look into reflective glass, I no longer recognized the shallow image that peered back at me with dark, cold eyes.

When I walked in the sun, my shadow refused to follow me. As if it were ashamed.

Saved only by God, the love of my family and my determination to live.

There is still much work to be done and many changes to be made.

But now I see myself again...

Not the empty shadowless being that I once was.

Empty Shadow©
EdwinBrown9®™
9/23/15

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