 𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘦...✨
It does come out sometimes though. Creeping into view, It drapes its gray hues Over my soft skin. Like a blanket, It may feel warm at first But sometimes the blanket gets too hot. Like at midnight when I’m tossing and turning in bed And I keep trying to take the blanket off Detangle myself from my shadow. And it remains entangled Around my legs and feet Attached, unwilling to give Like the roots of a sycamore tree. And one day, I decided to leave it on. It grew heavier and heavier at first. The temperature of my skin Growing warmer and warmer. But this time I laid still. As if my body was unmovable, its roots planted firmly below me. And right as I thought my shadow would eat me whole Right when I thought it was too late and I’d be trapped under its weight forever, It dissolved. And its gray hues integrated within my being And I felt cooler, calmer, wiser As if all of the wisdom I’d acquired this lifetime And all of the lifetimes which came before Found its way into my heart. “I think I’ve done the ‘shadow work.’” — @Ultravioletthoughts
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