Someone has taken away my shadow,
cleanly stolen her from me,
I am greatly displeased,
I need her alongside me.
She shows that I am actually real,
in shape and form I am in existence,
my shadow once was there to
provide this assistance
I miss her being here, I need her reassurance.
Why should I require a shadow of myself
to know that I am real?
What part of me requires
this rubbish notion that if she is absent,
then I am nothing but airiness and untruth?
I cannot speak any more for myself
now that I am alone
but without her, I feel in
lesser ownership of the
I call my earthly home.
That being said, now I realise that I can
shift between forms,
surely, her loss now seems a glorious prize!
I am not bound to the earth by her presence,
I can slip and slide in and out
of whatever existence.
But when I try, it is embarrassing,
I cannot make any
not even to become a tree or a
lonesome shrub which I wish to inhabit.
Then I reach a mirror image in the
glass alongside me,
a storefront in the street,
and saddened, I notice that who has returned?
It is my shadow,
Quietly present and meek.
I stamp my foot,
irritated by her return,
but it is as though she had never truly left,
it had really been a result of the
clouds temporarily obscuring the sun.
My mood is angered and I am bereft,
but, I'd best return to being grateful for this
other part of me,
the reminder that I am bound to this earth,
at least for now,
until a message from heaven is sent.
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