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I was once told that I am very hard to get to know, I think this is true of myself for many reasons. I do not share openly about myself unless I choose to tell you. But if you were to read my poetry and stories you might get an inclination to who I am. Some of the poetry has been taken from real life memories, none of the really morbid stuff I assure you. All of the stories are completely fiction. I recently found a poem on the web that, in my opinion, describes me completely. The poem is called "My Shadow" and I only wish I knew who the writer was so I could thank him/her. -Shadow Dancer
My
Shadow
I know my shadow.
I see it before me
in the reflection of a moody midnight,
in the sky of a mirror I cannot attend,
life I cannot touch.
My shadow dances
slinking ahead and behind
finding my future, haunting my past,
dreaming of the time when she will be real-
and I will not,
but for her ambition-
we would be the same.
Wild-she-flies-never touching the earth.
The image of my soul-eternal.
What if she is the reality?
Could I be her shadow?
She is free, unbound, limitless,
would she let me follow her?
My shadow is my mystery,
hidden by the trees,
shifted only by the sun.
Show me where the Wild Things are.
That could be my palace.
I will be her shadow-
a more pale version of myself.
A shadow of a shadow,
a reflection of my image.
Dancer-
Dreamer-
The life I cannot touch-
but I hold so precious and near...
Shadows...
A darker, dimmer, pale shade
untainted by what truely exists.
What if I were to not exist?
Will she let me be my shadow?
My Shadow
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