On the Inside
11 04 2012
With the little light I am able to produce, shadows reflect on the walls in the cavity of my heart. These shadows bend over and cry when life has pushed me to the edge, pound on the walls in frustration when I feel like cracking, and rejoice bounding themselves to the flame that kindles their happiness. As a women I am a mystery allowing these shadows to play inside my heart, but God forbid I allow them to burst through my wall. I will open my life to the person that decides to dance along with the shadows inside me. Sometimes I feel like letting go and letting these people I encounter take my hand and bring these shadows to life. What is wrong with letting the shadows that ache to be set free take shape and form the actual person I am?
