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Captive of My Own Shadow
Too long spent in deep shadows prevented my eyes from seeing why the lights were so dimmed why I had the need for freeing Verses written by candle light but not signed with my name with one step out of the shadow my first poem went up in flame No lack of inspiration to fuel a captive poet's sensitive ire he reached for my written words I torched their corners with fire A ray of light through a small crack the dungeon door he didn't close tight stimulus kept me awake and writing penning until darkness of the night Words of anguish and freedom I wrote morning shadows danced on my face he came once more to taunt my soul he who buried me in this tomb-like place. He reached for my writings on the table I stubbornly shook my head, turned away clutching my night's work to my breast I bravely said, "I must see the light of day." Carried from the cavern's earthen ground I looked at him near the edge of the river he reached again for my treasured verses into the rushing water, my writings deliver. Hands covered my face in fear of reprisal his strength brandishes strikes with clout eyes shielded from the sun's blinding rays I waited for him to take his thrashing rout No clobbering fists or slaps given in anger no harsh threats to bring forth my cries no monstrous shadows looming over me freed from my shadow by opening my eyes.
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