me and my shadow (20160612)

i walk on my hands now

i used to walk on my feet
like everyone else
but i got tired of
my shadow always
dogging my heels

i jumped a lot
but that was exhausting
and i always had to come


now i walk on my hands

the first time
i did it
i was able to lock hands
with my shadow
and wrestle him off the ground

empty where his eyes were
smooth where his ears should be
vacant where his mouth might have opened

yet it laughed
this human-sized oil spill
knowing that my only choices were
to pull it to myself
so that would never be parted
or go back to letting it follow me

i walk on my hands now
on my shadow, hand-in-hand
a compromise

14 thoughts on “me and my shadow (20160612)”

  1. I read this fabulous poem with the idea that the “shadow” represents our dark side. At times, we may wrestle with thoughts that aren’t all together kind or pure.

  2. I wrestled my shadow but she won and now I have to stay inside while she pretends to be me. *nods to Shirley Jackson

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