The Constant Shadow

Ascending from the cave,
I spy a shadow of former self.
A marionette without a sound,
Of hope and peace bereft.
And thus begins the shadow’s rise,
Engulfing my firm-footed base.
“Do not look back”, my sullen heart cries,
“And be doomed a pillar of waste.”
And so I shut my eyes,
Letting memory thus replace,
And dare not to dwell upon the past,
That these encounters be met with haste.
But I did see one thing I cannot put away,
A chip upon my shoulder,
That I noticed still remains.
It seems beyond position,
Or stature socially,
I have always felt subject,
And hindered by frailty.
In youth, I feared authority
As authority, I was intense,
As employee, I feared the manager
As manager, I feared impotence.
And thus the cycle continues,
I am constantly afraid.
Over, under, forward, behind,
Unsettled and dismayed.
I must attempt to break,
And shatter this illusion,
That my circumstances decide,
My attitude, is a delusion.

2 thoughts on “The Constant Shadow

    • I find that the inspiration flows from a spring of emotion within that could not properly be expressed conventionally. Thus, I will write not knowing what’s coming or where from but feel relieved and lighter in heart once completed. I mean, there are circumstances, life, that motivate me. But often the emotions within are exaggerations of what is likely actual. My hope is that the reader will relate to the emotion and follow through to the conclusion, which is always meant to have some resolve.

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