Reflections and Shadows

A Shadow

A shadow's touch reaches out, but is never felt;

always yearning, ever reaching.

A shadow's heart beats unseen,

within it's dark silhoutte that only mimics.

A shadow's pain is the despair of cold,

a consuming void that gnaws.

A shadow's hopes are dreams that linger,

grasping at places only they can reach.

A shadow's joy is a glimpse of light,

that radiates the emptiness.

A shadow's fear is fading away,

without knowing a reflection.

A shadow's brimming love is reviled,

because of no visage to match.

A shadow's words are silent prayers,

meant to carry the day.

A shadow's place is misunderstood,

by the dead who wander.

A shadow's strength is like a sword,

forged in fire, shaped by blows.

A shadow's comfort visits with phantoms,

who unwittingly touch and restore.

A shadow's smile is worn by others,

yet is a secret to most.

A shadow's pride is being a shadow,

refusing to join the numb and vain.