Shadows
Seven shadows perpetually bound to my being
Seven shadows bonded by the silk that course through our diminutive veins
The aspheric radiance cascades upon seven amorphous figures, with one seeking a soul
Joyful memories, zealous laughter, somber sorrows, and lugubrious tears are shared
My beautiful nightmares instigate belligerent fights
Lead to what is known as placid reconciliations
Seven shadows overshadow each unique heart
Seeking a release from the grasps of uniformity
Seeking an ear for my silent screams
Seeking my own unique heart
The pressure of my shadows hinder my voice from being illustrated
I strived to shade the sidewalk in the image of one shadow
I hoped to devour the bitterness of my own failure
Finally, the clouds of identity have over casted on my six shadows
Sun! Your beam of light may not shine in full force, but I know my shadows will eternally remain interconnected within my spirit
You now decipher each silhouette in its own glory
And now I have found my shadow in the midst of mayhem
No longer am I defined by the shadows of my shape
I am now defined as the shape of my shadow!
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