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,
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.’”