A Shadow Deceased
A shadow is like a past.
It trails behind us like an unwanted happening,
But it does happen.
It is there because it was once you,
But now it is an object of you,
Never to completely go away.
But often the shadow seems more real than the body.
It took on more than you ever have,
And its feelings were strangely indifferent.
Some people may say you are the shadow
And the shadow is you;
That you are the unwanted happening,
And your shadow is more real than you are.
But a shadow is like a past,
And you overcome it.
You take it by the neck and tell it to choke,
And it does.
Your shadow deceased at your hands,
And no longer is it your trouble.
By Catherine Joy