I don’t look behind me
when the sun shines on me.
I fear that the shadow has
actualized enough to
form a face.
I don’t worry if she
has a voice.
I know that even
if she doesn’t
my mind will
make one up for her
giving her words
like kryptonite
that’ll defeat me.
I stopped being scared
of this shadow of mine,
given her a name &
sapped a task
to her schedule.
Shadows have hands too,
they have a body,
they too have a purpose &
even not assigned
to her directly,
then why not
give her some that
were assigned to me?
Something more than
just being my shadow.
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