My Shadow Remains
When I stand, it stands with me.
My shadow follows every step,
but I no longer run from the reality
of what has been left unfinished–
the unanswerable dreadful questions,
unspeakable aching doubts,
unwelcome difficult memories,
and unresolved heavy regrets.
Because when I fall, it falls with me.
I can’t leave it behind– there’s no escape
from what I constantly try to forget.
But I’m in control now– let them come
to witness the past versions of me.
They are all within, though silent,
my shadow remains– it follows
as I keep moving forward.
