Shadows! ! ! Poem by WIN VENTURA

It follows not behind, but waits within,
A second breath beneath the skin.
Not cast by light, but born of fire,
A silent oath, a proud keeper

It learns your walk, it steals your stance,
Moves like memory in a mirrored dance.
It never sleeps, it never fades,
It knows the price your silence paid.

You call it shadow — but it knows your name,
A keeper of guilt, of love, of shame.
You cannot run from what you are,
It hides in you like a phantom scar.

So greet it not with fear or dread,
For every shadow is a part you've shed.
Not enemy — not loyal friend —
But truth that walks without an end.

✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA