Shadow Steps
I walk through days,
that lean toward darkness,
pulling old fears,
back into the light.
Each hour stretches,
longer than the last,
as if time itself,
wants to test my strength.
Shadows gather,
near my heels,
waiting to see,
if I will turn around.
I keep moving,
through narrow paths,
where silence thickens,
and breath turns slow.
Voices from years,
float through the dark,
calling faintly,
from places I left behind.
I remember faces,
lost to distance,
their names still warm,
though their hands are gone.
The night pulls close,
curving around me,
a cloak of memories,
I carry without choice.
Some steps tremble,
some steps drag,
yet all steps matter,
every single one.
A thin light waits,
somewhere ahead,
quiet and patient,
never giving up on me.
I reach toward it,
even when unsure,
because hope survives,
in the smallest glow.
And through the dark,
I rise again,
proving to myself,
that I am still here.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (5)
I love shadows and writing about shadows is so fun and you are great at it
Your shadow is your backup. A shadow can be a friend where one can make shadow puppets. Good job.
wow
Thank you my dad used to tell me off for playing with my shadow on the wall lol
I find shadows fascinating and have written a few stories with them as a subject. Another excellent poem