I lost my shadow,
Emptiness has invaded my atmosphere,
It is dark, like a moonless night sky,
A white dwarf suspended in the universe.
I loved my shadow,
My protector who was always over my shoulder,
Following me wherever I went.
I never felt alone,
Never believed I was walking in the wrong direction,
Because it was always there - reassurance.
We who choose to have unique shadows,
Know they are not once-in-a-lifetime occurrences,
But the forever wish that we could have one shadow for eternity,
To abscond grief,
Would remove us from that which makes us human.
I whispered goodbye,
Which is more than others get.
In all my stubbornness, I wasn’t ready – I didn’t want to,
But I gave thanks,
Before releasing it from all responsibility,
My shadow went too soon.
I never want to be without a shadow,
No matter how much sorrow is to be endured.
Each one is rare,
And always cherished,
They are never replacements, just new chapters,
With healing nuances.
by Lauren Kucera
A part of me has died,
It’s why you see me now as I am – altered.
My change can restore a memory or provoke a looming fear,
But no matter how hard you try to remove or conceal me,
I will never grow back to what you so eagerly want to hold on to;
I believed you would have considered me attractive,
Because I reflect the same colour as the moon,
Which you lovingly gaze at every night.
I do no harm,
I cause no illness,
Why do you dislike me so much?
I can only conclude that it all depends on how you,
the individual, perceives me.
Do you think of age, nearing the end when I shine?
Or a sign that not all is lost,
and there’s still time to experience happiness?
I therefore am the symbol of death or life.