I walk briskly a while,
but all along the way
my shadow, clinging to my past,
becomes so heavy
I cannot walk so fast.
Simply stepping
deliberately and carefully,
my shadow
dragging in the dust
still follows me.
Up the stairs, across the floor,
at last the darkness
trapped behind the door
is free
to take the burden of myself
from me . . .
until the sunlight slithers
through the cracks
forcing me to face myself.
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