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My Friend, the Shadow

5/2/2022

 
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​There’s a part of me that remains sane
Undamaged by the blame
A gentle soul with an altruistic goal
Who is not scared of his own shadow 
So, if I am the shadow
Why do I fear the flame?
That gentle soul who inflicts no pain
Unlike I, the darkness that asks why
 
Why do I hurt and rage?
I feel only guilt and endless shame
A self-loathing for who I have become
Was I ever the gentle soul, a father’s son?
 
And so, you see, my friend looking in
That your shadow fears your inner light
Why be afraid? My friend looking out
Do not doubt the innocent truth of yourself

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