A Quiet Place In the Shadows
A quiet place in the shadows,
a lonely place where sadness grows.
A place in time where my mind goes,
thoughts and memories are my foes.
But I have learned to not resist,
for when I do, they just persist.
I used to fight; I’d clinch my fist.
Shadow boxing, I always missed.
Meditating on dark and light,
it came to me I shouldn’t fight.
Brightest light or dark as the night,
their contrast gives us better sight.
There’s a necessity for simplicity,
to deal with life’s complexity.
Copyright © Bill Baker | Year Posted 2022
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