There Are Shadows Here

There are shadows here, loose and lingering, from long ago, that hold me captive in their holy power; they hold old memories, and bind me from top to bottom. They forever walk with me, holding my hand as I reach it away and forever run with me as I try to lose their trail... shadows long and slow, with wisps of pain, they hang to my thoughts, my feelings, my starts and my stops; forever hold me back, hold me in, hold me hard against myself; forever lock me inside these clinging, enveloping mists of the past. There are shadows here, sharp and hard and edged in brilliance; shadow shapes to outline ancient wrongs, false thinking, guilt-induced actions; shadow shapes to forever put me in the spotlight of anger, of remorse, of repentance; shadow shapes to forever keep me on the edge of a life I can see, but never cross over to. There are shadows here, loose and lingering from long ago...