Shadows Like Sins: The Cycle Of Life Poem by Rani Turton

Shadows, like sins, cast low on the ground.

The cycle of life carries on. Some of the good lingers on
In unsuspected ways. The family is a tribe
With it's own codes. Some of the shadows linger on.
The wisdom to sow, reap and differeniate between the real
The surreal, the ego, the egoistical is not given to all.

Everyone carries their own burden.
Some do their best to realise
Their lives by fighting for their dreams;
And some, try to understand and analyse.
Day after day, the hours tick on and it seems
Shadows lengthen with the noon
Mystic, melancholy, heavy with tears
Shadows that follow and merge
The body, substantial and the shadow, ethereal
And even more so by the light of the moon.

If life is a shadow that passes like a dream
Are we what we are and do we seem to be what we seem?

Copyright: Rani Turton