Shadow- Benjamin Moore 2117-30

By: Sarah Maria Jerjen

Dull, dark and dangerous is what the world looks like

from above.

The eerie loneliness pervading

our hearts and souls.

Believe me.

For I have experienced this

first 

hand.

A wisp,

just a shadow

is what life is

really.

A shadow 

being chased

by the darkness

of the clouds.

The same clouds

that darken our

hearts. 

A shadow, 

hiding from the thunder

not even knowing how beautiful

the rain 

can be.

A shadow,

seeking the light

instead of running for the stars

that hold our past, and foresee

our future.

A shadow,

running to the sun,

in search of help,

when no one is there

to support.

A shadow,

oblivious to the wonders of the world

hidden by the darkness that we have to climb through 

to reach our goals.

A shadow

in search of light

like a mosquito on a 

sweltering summer night.

A shadow,

who’s destiny is the wonders

unknown by us humans,

instead of the known

that we have lived with for as long as I can remember.

Nobody knows

or wonders

what happens to a lost shadow.

They remain forgotten.

Forever.

You’re just

a shadow forever.

Until one day,

the clouds catch up. 

Then you disappear,

and remain forgotten

Unless, you run to the stars,

where your shadow might be smaller,

but will last

Forever. 

Where I am from

I am from the tree house perched in between the first and second branch of the tall oak tree,

from exploring the darkest of the woods on spooky nights.

I am from the red swing

(squeaky

when you went to high). 

I am from the tree planted 

at my birth,

whose leaves turned gold in fall, and all fell within one day.

I am from the hollywood swing that rocked me to sleep on summer nights,

from grandma and her ripe apple pie on a crisp winter evening.

I am from the musent’s 

and the don’ts, 

from ¨Our father who are in heaven¨ 

and from two other prayers 

that I can’t remember.

I am from long talks about family on christmas eve with cousin Rachel,

and from trick or treating on Halloween.

From falling asleep watching the sun rise 

and from chocolate milk after playing in the snow.

From Mamis chocolate cake on birthdays 

and her apple sauce on christmas.
I am from carousels and cotton-candy on on carneval,
from coke and mentors in the back yard with Henry,
and from Burger patties and french fries in summer with Zoester.

I am from moving away, 

and from coming back.

I am from the overalls I wore in winter, 

from the worn out jeans I wore in summer.

I am from ¨stars and stripes forever¨ in the summer, 

and from frost bites in the winter.

From the ¨keep in touche¨s and the ¨don’t forget me¨s. 

I am from living my dreams. 


Middle Mindz