What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 18

My Shadow

by Tori Dixon

My shadow follows me where I go

It lives, breathes, speaks as I do

Whether or not I call for it, it is there

Like a button sewn into a favorite pair of jeans,

It is sewn into me.

But does it follow as I slowly saunter off

to sleep?

Does it too have dreams?

Does my shadow wish to one day

be freed from the constraints

that are my fingers & toes?

Maybe my shadow could fall in love,

and have a life of it's own

in some far away universe

Or,

perhaps I am searching for things

that are not there.

And my shadow is just that,

a shadow