Shadow by smallest forest
You will sooth my burning pains.
I will smother your blistering frights.
We will dance as one with the darkness.
Together we’ll snuff out all of their lights.
We’ll escape their searing hot glow,
And run recklessly towards a shade.
Our shadows will no longer follow,
Our spirits, no longer evade.
We’ll accept our cooling darkness.
No longer needing to wait for the night.
Racing to catch our grounded souls,
Together, let’s outrun the light.
Her Two Cents
I love the idea of shadow selves escaping the scrutiny of our introspective critiques and running off to have a life of their own. What would we be like if we gave the darker parts of our nature a bit more freedom of expression? When we remove the light of judgement, contrast disappears and so does our shadow.
I like the rhythm of the poem, a lot. Your two cents, are better. The first sentence is wonderfully playfull. While the author speaks of smothering, and snuffing, and running towards the shade, her shadows don’t follow because you’ve set them free to wander where they may.
I’m not sure I want you near my shadow self. I want to be able to scrutinize it, as part of my learning to accept and embrace those parts of me. So…. Let’s suspend judgment, add a light of awareness, and let any contrast, simply be.