There once was a girl scared of her shadow
For it had been audacious enough to say,
That it would slay her while sleeping when unaware and vulnerable,
For it knew of knives and could wield them that way.
It has blustered and threatened and stolen her reputation
Claiming to be sweet, all-knowing and bright,
But no matter its insistence, it was neither comely nor truthful
And she, never a fraud nor a fright
Though this was the
picture the shadow cruelly painted
Of this beautiful being of light.
This went on for years endlessly harming
She despaired of how to make end
This awful portrayal, totaling deceiving
That framed her as only
It was tragic and cruel, it had robbed her of honor
And any hope of having a life.
For the shadow had inserted its place in her family,
Nor did her friends seem to care of her plight.
Bereft of home
and career, for all had been decimated,
She valiantly persisted, hoping someday…
The ruse would be discovered, and the nightmare ended
When the shadow’s veneer would no longer hold sway,
But dissolve into nothingness
if folks were aware,
That opposites are powerless for night isn’t day.
For what are shadows but light’s play with structures
Creating caricatures neither substantive nor true
Shadows are empty of hearts
Playing big but without any solidity or view
Of inner persuasions, of virtue or goodness
Mere reflections of substance, shallow and skewed.
They are two-dimensional apparitions without depth or detail
as real, though anything but true.
The girl has grown up now and no longer afraid, for she knows
That shadows only show up where there’s light
Though they’ve tried to persuade us of all sorts of fallacies
They are easily dispelled despite phony height
For a shadow’s main strategy is easily discerned
They are the opposite of whatever they claim to be right.
Humans are three dimensional and capable of more
we are substance and mind, consciousness and core
Values and vision and creative quarks of light
Uncovering worlds long hidden from sight
Her world is changing with goodness and truth
And the temerity of like minds coming into the
Understanding that real is far more important ...
And as things exist because we perceive them,
It is important to know what we have believed in.
So, what are shadows? Mere illusions.
Pictures cast without
topography or true dimension
Despite the attempt to coopt our personas
They can never succeed in supplanting our lives.
These portraits of incorporeal bombastic exaggerations.
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