Shadow Soul, You are part of me,
Made of doubts that fall from clouds
Cast over my heart.
You are an orphan
Raised without touch
And never kissed.
You met your praise
In a slap.
And grief is the gravy
Of your past.
Your words are daggers
I must dodge;
And from my Soul,
I must dislodge.
Your eyes are green; your pockets, empty.
Of ice and stone, you have plenty.
How can I cast you out
But to heal your pain,
For it is my pain?
I made you all that you are.
So it is – I have to say,
I forgive you, Shadow Soul.
Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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