Half a Shadow

 

I can feel the whispers,
in the whiskers
of my hair that promises,
promises I will never be good,
never be good, enough
That
I’m only half a shadow, inside my being.

I can hear the shadows,
rustling against the lace
the lace of my dress
caught in the moment
That
I’m only half a shadow, bound to be free.

I can touch the rumors,
the rumors in the air
faster than light
slower than the truth
That
I’m only half a shadow, as meant to be.

I can use my senses
and feel the pain
the distress, and know
by now the truth is
That
I’m only half a shadow, but I’m all me.

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