#55 - Blades and shadows

The setting sunConcrete sidewalk,Tiny holes,Blades of grass,And shadows,Like the dark sideOf 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…[nbsp_tc]