There is my shadow
dancing on the wall.
That we each have shadows
that cannot be caught,
elusive dreams,
feelings we must think about
to attempt to understand,
to then throw up our hands.
That we have these shadows,
that take our feelings for a spin,
and sink them to the ground
as collapsing lovers,
knowing nothing but the world pivoting
and then standing momentarily still.
That we each have shadows
is the truth I now see,
by candlelight
and haphazard thought
and dancing flames upon the wall.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
May 2021
Living Tree Poetry 
A perfect description…I’ll look at my shadow in a new light…
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Oh thank you Shelly, glad it spoke to you.
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Shadow who is really following you always at your heels?
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Get to know you. You are unique special
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Its lovely to hear from you, thanks for sharing your thoughts here.
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