My Shadow
It hides what I don’t want to see
Why do some people trigger me?
I look away, but there it is
you follow me everywhere
My shadow
Different as night and day
not sure why it is that way
Why don’t you see what’s right in front of you?
Why do you push away those few?
Why do I? Is the question I must ask.
My shadow
It forces me to see
those parts of me.
In the darkness of my shadow
I see the vanity
the emptiness, that seeks validation
never to be filled
only I hold the key
My shadow
Focusing on a disappearing shell
and losing it can feel like hell
it was not something acquired
It was sometimes used to make things transpire
My shadow
Manipulation
could it be?
not intentionally
or is it?
judgement
shame
Oh, there is so much I don’t want to see
Yet there is light shining on the darkest parts of me
Pay attention to those who trigger you
they might show you the work you need to do
The last two lines are marvellous; Thanks Jane.
You figured it out! Our triggers exist so we can pay attention to where we need to shine our light