Shadows
As one sits, contemplates
all of life’s shadows.
All their myriad shades of
life lived on the edges.
A long and winding road,
sometimes treacherous
it has been, as one comes
to an end, envisioning.
Does one see their shadows
in shades of gray
buried within the corridors
of their subconscious.
Do their shadows dissipate with
the light of day.
or live on in the darkness
of their troubled nights.
Freedom from ones shadows
come on the wings of insight
Denial, repression, anger,
blame clip the wings, no flight
from the weight, the baggage
one carries on their back.
Because of, friends,
acquaintances, partners spirits crack,
souls split, the universe
shifts and you are hung on a rack.
A funeral pyre will be your
fate, ashes placed in a stack
until the winds of time
blow them away, your voice silent
for evermore as the daemons
nevermore dictate your journey.
B. J. “ A ” 2
February 25th
2018
