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Shadow Soul

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