My Shadow

Everyone in their lifetime experiences bad incidents at least once, that bring pain and suffering. My incidents have become my shadow. As I grow older, it grows in numbers. Wherever I go, it is sure to follow. Haunted by visions of these incidents pass before my eyes, causing me to relive each painful moment. New tears form from remembering all the ones before. My heart, as well as my body, have suffered in immeasurable ways.

Pretending to be strong and hide my past and fearing so much . . .

It's happening again. The pain is returning. Losing those I care for. Losing my identity. Being alone forever.

How will people view me knowing what has happened? Will they not want anything to do with me? Why must I be in this position? What did I do to deserve what I have experienced? Why should I be viewed differently for someone else's crime's? So many questions like these enter my mind. No answers to any, only more questions. A tortured soul still lays hidden, aching to be released from this anguish. I play a great role to hide my true feeling of pain.

My life has changed. I've grown, matured, and came to deal. But that doesn't mean the last of my pain and suffering, for my heart is broken and mangled. My past is my shadow and always will be. My heart may never be whole for the shadow continues to grow, because bad luck keeps following this tortured soul.