Shadows
Being brought up wrong,
in the gray, twisted light
of a damp town.
Growing up knotted,
turning my hands to the bad,
scrounging my body
from its hard baked earth.
Casting shade everywhere,
risking all and nothing -
I fell.
I had to discover,
that love casts no shadows,
it was then,
that my inward silhouette,
erased its own a dark recalling,
and a long-hobbled past
disappeared.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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