My Shadow

 

 

Sometimes, when it's dark ahead, 
she goes before me.

'Follow me', she says.

'It’s okay. I know the way.'

Sometimes, when the sun is on my face,

she goes behind, keeping watch.

'Run free into the light', she says,

'It’s okay. I’ve got your back.'

Sometimes, when I’m doubting my next step,

she is there, right beside me, 

her hair billowing in the wind, 

her legs taking big strides.

She is ageless, my shadow.

 

She is child,

she is woman,

she is elder.

She is wild, 

she is free,

she is wise, 

 

And she is me.