I have a shadow
That follows me everywhere
Everyone has one
So I suppose it's fairMy shadow was cool
Where I am a fool.
It has no mistakes,
Needs no remakes,While I am here
With a crack and a scare
But my shadow never goes quite far.It is strange to think
Of my shadow this way.
How it seems so perfect
In this life play,Though my shadow
Is dark and scary,
Is perfect with no backstory
I have a past
The memories from it lastMy shadow doesn't have to,
Watch the world like I do,
It hides when needed,
While I am always miss-leadedSome say it is an outline
Of who I really am.
But that's where I draw the line.
What you see is really me.Why must this thing
Follow me every where I go
I honesty don't know.
Maybe as a challenge so keep us going.Maybe there's a reason.
That goes unknowing
But weather I know or not.
Shadow, please know, I have bravely fought.With love, A.C. Claire.
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Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book
PoetryHighest Rank: #41 (March 6, 2017) Ethereal, It means delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Illusions, It means wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses. • I am just trying to find a place in the world, but...