#55 – Blades and shadows
24/09/2017
The setting sun
Concrete sidewalk,
Tiny holes,
Blades of grass,
And shadows,
Like the dark side
Of my world.
The sun reflects off me,
And through me too.
I try to imagine the light,
The parts I like,
But there are undeniable shadows,
I cannot avoid.
No different than when I was young.
Then,
I couldn’t see.
Today,
I have scars,
So I feel…
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