I took up shadow boxing
It seemed the thing to do.
Had no one to spar with really
So I punched at a shadow or two.
I felt that I had met my match
With every drawn blow I threw.
But it was just a shadow
Of the shadow me I knew.
I’d turn around and there it was
Bigger than myself at times.
But when I opened up the drapes
It disappeared when I’d raise the blinds.
I was working up a sweat this day
As I had many times before.
Wasn’t paying much attention
And the shadow placed a punch
Which threw me to the floor.
Now how could a shadow do that?
It was just an image of only me
But I guess there’s more to my shadow
Much more of me to see.
i like this very much...it intrigued me and made me smile and the shadow the inner strength......so theres more to you than you thought..........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Now how could a shadow do that? It was just an image of only me But I guess there’s more to my shadow Much more of me to see.' Very nice idea! Lovely poem,10+