Shadows

Shadows As one sits, contemplates all of life’s shadows. All their myriad shades of life lived on the edges. A long and winding road, sometimes treacherous it has been, as one comes to an end, envisioning. Does one see their shadows in shades of gray buried within the corridors of their subconscious. Do their shadows dissipate with the light of day. or live on in the darkness of their troubled nights. Freedom from ones shadows come on the wings of insight Denial, repression, anger, blame clip the wings, no flight from the weight, the baggage one carries on their back. Because of, friends, acquaintances, partners spirits crack, souls split, the universe shifts and you are hung on a rack. A funeral pyre will be your fate, ashes placed in a stack until the winds of time blow them away, your voice silent for evermore as the daemons nevermore dictate your journey. B. J. “ A ” 2 February 25th 2018

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 1/12/2019 1:16:00 PM

Hello William, life has a lot of shadows everywhere. Have a nice day my friend.

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 1/12/2019 8:32:00 PM

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wm. J. Atfield Jr. bja2mgmenter@gmail.com Saturday, January 12th, 2019, at 6:32 PM Thank you Darlene De Beaulieu, for stopping by and commenting on my stuff. Does it not “ life has a lot of shadows everywhere. ”, whether we create them for ourselves or they are cast upon us by others .

Lunita Blanca

Date: 2/26/2018 9:27:00 PM

William, I think life is a jig saw puzzle with most of the pieces missing.

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/26/2018 10:05:00 PM

Thank you for stopping by Carlos, and for the comment. You might be right “ I think life is a jig saw puzzle with most of the pieces missing. ” but I personally think not, life is a whole !!!, what our heritage gives us, what genetics give us and then what life’s experiences leave us with. Unfortunately, as this poem speaks to, most of it is hidden from our consciousness, be it physical or psychological. Most is buried deep within our subconscious and only comes to light, especially traumas and abuses that are repressed, suppressed that go into making up your “ jig saw puzzle with most of the pieces missing. ” when something triggers an event . Always B. J. “A” 2 Bill .