Is that all I am, a shadow?

An imperfection, a blur


On the edge of your vision?
Is that all I am, a blur?

Something to be ignored,


And later, wiped away?
Is this why you ignore me?

Not important enough


To give a second glance?
Are you the important one,

And I am just your shadow?
Well, I am a shadow.
The shadow of the evening, which stretches out from majestic trees,
longer and more intricate than the trees themselves.
The shadow of the dawn, which rises up from darkness
Just as the sun kisses the earth.
The shadow of noon…invisible, inconspicuous. But I am still there.
When I hide, when I back down, I am still there.
When I cry, when I sleep, I am still there.
When I separate myself from others just to be alone, even then I still exist.
I will rise up from my existence as a shadow
Like the phoenix rises from dirty gray ashes
And you will stand in the presence

Of my glowing light


And sigh in awe.




I am not just a shadow.