The Shadows

and then there was no light.

that

chilling, childlike fear

greets even the most certain person in the dark.

in the realm of shadows, misty memories bend into caricatures of joy.

no

goldenrod sun rays.

no

technicolor daydreams.

there was no shine.

shadows formed as each misfortune obstructed light’s path.

do you remember love’s first failure, how the world grew dim?

how old were you when dusk settled around your soul’s prism?

did you feel it, the moment your sparkle grew dull?

not all thunderstorms birth rainbows.

some storms personify gloom.

and when there is no light, the shadow is formed.

the heaviness.

did your arms grow weary swimming through the dense fog, the weighted memories?

did tour legs tire from endlessly kicking towards the surface of your drowning?

not all thunderstorms are dangerous.

some storms bring lightning, sizzling, softing, a reminder:

light can always pass through,

even through your shadows.