Silhouettes

"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