| I step outside myself And I see That I don't like the way I am Something's keeping me From the way I want to be. Keeping myself From the real ME. No person can understand What it is. I see my life take shape, Then begin to fizz. And after I step away From the darkling shadows Trembling and hurting inside, I see two other paths: One light, one blackened, And I yearn to hide. I creep about never knowing how to feel. I see the shadows Lurk and steal. They take away What we love most: People, hearts, minds, souls... And give them to the ghosts. The ghosts hide them, Bind them, Chain them down. For eternity? We dont' know; We never hear a sound. Some of us Have to wander and seek Down that blackened path, To find our lost And get them back. For there's an empty hole Deep down inside Gnawing and growing Even with every healing tried. I step back inside myself So I can fight And end a warrior Though battling through Pain and strife. I weaken the shadows With a radiant light, Hoping to end This fight with the night. |
| ~~~~Shadows~~~~ |
| Copyright 2000 Tamara R. Schardt |