I am not always alone
I move with three of us
Me, my heart and my shadow
Me I am always myself no matter
Where life's throes throw me
I could be poured icicles
Or a bath of steam.
I am constant and unshakable.
My shadow is the weakest of all
He begins to scream at twilight
And sheepishly runs away
It is night and dark.
The heart is always up or down
I would want to do good
And its persuasion will be weak
It drags me back and I am neck deep
Into doing a wrong.
My inner self will come out
Roar and draw a dagger from the
Scabbard and brandish it before
The weak
My pliant shadow has gone with
The night
And the thumping heart will fear
Get frightened and succumb to good
Watched by a dagger that is
Ready to lacerate its muscles
That are already traumatized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem Mr Tony.. Wisely written.. Good one