Through and through the cracked window,
I can see a dark shadow that dances in the wind,
that seems to follow me.
I twirl in the window daring that damn shadow to copy me or do better.
The window just cracks even more and the
glass shatters all over the pavement.
There it was, the shadow, looking as dark as the parking lot it was covering.
Fear crept up into my shoulders and it left me feeling like a hollow stump.
Standing face to face with the shadow made me do something almost daring.
I twirled once more with the distinct feeling of... nothing.
All the fear had washed away from my body like the rain washing away my sins.
The shadow twirled with me and suddenly I realized me and the shadow were one.
(AN): Hey guys, my name is Azhane. This is my first poem for this poetry series. If you enjoyed and you want me to write more, just vote or comment❤️. Love ya all.
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