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"Beware of the shadows",
my mother used to tell me.
She said they lurk in the dark
like monsters creeping inside
to bounce and grab thee.

They did not have figures
just dissolved into thin air.
they were silhouettes around
the images I could imagine
that seemed alive but unaware.

When I grew up to be 5
I was afraid of them
that lived under my bed.
I thought they could drag me
and mess up with my head.

At 15 when I grew tall
I found myself scared
of them that ogled at me.
I thought they could scan
my body and soul clearly.

At 25 when I stepped outside
I didn't fear them anymore.
I felt safe in danger inside
I knew how to disarm the demons
and make my abode protected.

I found various alluring dimensions
of the silhouettes around me
in the halos of dawn and dusk
and found that they could comfort
the wretched souls of many.

They seemed to fascinate
and draw me towards them.
I found silhouettes that were pure
and defended the weaker ones
out of their drowning miseries.

At 30 when I set off to find
the mystery of demons
and silhouettes lurking in dark
I discovered the realities
that weren't all jovial apart.

Though depressing indeed
not all of them were evil.
They were born when feared
and became shields if not
for they too were beautiful.

Some legends corrupted them
like wildfire spreads the disgrace
and the uncertainties of silhouettes
made them tender yet strong
to fend for those who needed them.

They were never complete
and began from their ends.
Thus delighted nobody alive
for uncertain imaginations
had always scared the life.

I returned from my conquest
with a few answers in glee.
With the arrival of nightfall
there were stories to be revealed,
"Mother, I speak to thee.

Perhaps they were cursed
for the lack of certainty.
Never absolute, yet vast
to explore what they could be
tn the universe they always last.

They define life and death
yet exist in solidarity.
Home to those seeking shelter
peace to those fighting battles
seeking answers to continuity.

Beautiful in their ends at dusk
rising again to another dawn.
Do not be afraid of their haziness
uncertain, they could make thee strong.
Mother, silhouettes could be like us
just feared for they were misunderstood.
Thou could find an Aurora in them
to be thy guiding light if thee would."

9th May 2020
Written for 'BRIAN'S CHOICE 6,any form,any theme' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Winner: Third Place
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