running from shadows

I am trying to escape this pain

but there it remains on my heels at each turn.

There I am, pinching my face into the pain,

squeezing tear ducts like perfect lemons

seeking the last drop for the tea of life.

Running into the light, ohhh that feels good.

Going into the glow I am lifted.

Shadow self on my heels tempting fear

Jealousy pounds on my back seeking entrance.

Beating shadows with big sticks is for naught

No pounding frightens mega shadows away.

There will be no slaughtering of shadows.

Still, prayer chants await roaming rains,

Effectively erasing pain with praise.

Rains ever wash away the scary shadows.

Splashing tears to the ground, cooling my flush cheeks.

Running no longer necessary. Breathe.


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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5 Responses to running from shadows

  1. kirizar says:

    Was the unbalanced rhythm intentional? To convey the jagged, ragged emotions ripping through the runner? This has a very ‘spoken verse’ feel. As if it is meant to be shouted from an angst-driven stage into the face of strangers, rather than read from my kitchen table with sunlight streaming in. On that note, I will say the sound of running pipes in the basement does add verisimilitude to the water references in the poem.

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  2. Dawn says:

    you have always been my hero blessed be


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