Shadow Teacher
With uncertainty as an asset,I plan for a future - unsure of shadows;
I look into shadows
for reflection!
Though dark and sometimes disguised, they;
Shadows offer refuge, from the world of light.
Though not there - still in existence,
as if waiting to step up and speak.
I wonder if shadows die
or if even they can talk.
They know our darkest side and
play it before us, when alone;
a configuration of me,
the me I need to question, see
my shadow floats behind no more.
Instead he be-front's me,
as if I need protection.
Being witness to heartache, no one else has seen!
He cries when I cry
and follows each laugh ...in smile.
He seeks out other shadows
before I can greet their maker.
I know you are my Guide, Shadow teacher, teach me shadows.
Soon I will pass a stranger...who's shadow is long, behind.
If I can't - speak for me!
Touch his with a finger of your own
and pass the good company
you've played to me...
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