A mere shadow of my former self
Moves invisibly through rooms full of people
Existing on a plane rarely detectable to others
Slipping into a sea of inky darkness
My sliver of a shadow cries
Remembering how she once dreamed
Of emerging to greatness

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A quadrille for dVerse with our host, De.  “Shadow” is our inspiration.

45 thoughts on “Shadows

  1. I love the last four lines of the first poem, about the tattered quilt of love and bitter cold invading like a thief in the night.But the second poem chilled me to the bone, especially the line about moving invisibly through rooms full of people.

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  2. I love the sentiment in the first, and ‘only the tattered quilt of our love remained’ – what a lovely image. Love is exactly that.

    The second…wow. This one hits close to home. It reminds me of a younger me, and even now, a phrase Brenè Brown spoke when she was talking about shame and guilt and living daringly, which punched me in the gut not too long ago. She said there was a part of her which found comfort in staying under the radar, and even unconsciously she crafted that path. Becoming ‘not the shadow’ is courageous. Being vulnerable enough to risk being seen is maybe the most courageous thing we can do, and the thing with the most risk to our hearts. But it’s worth it.

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