Stuck at the soles of my feet, she follows me,
And it's hard to discern just whose destiny is predetermined.
Decisive steps and movements made;
Compulsion or decision, energy converted.
An unrequited love, an eclipse, a near kiss,
And I wonder what she does at night when I'm sleeping.
Does she dance around the room alone?
Does she travel outside while I'm dreaming?
I wonder if she misses the sunlight,
Obstructions constantly blocking her view.
It might be I who is the darkness;
A storm cloud avoiding the truth.
Are we one and the same? Are we in each other's way?
If my shadow could speak, what would she say?
About the Creator
Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Cool piece. Effectively done! Like how you’ve literally taken a shadow (which of course can be metaphorical) and made it your own to possible escape from. I’m trying to remember were the shadows in Peter Pan blessing or hindrance..? Ha.