My Shadow Walks
My shadow walks, Head high, Nose up, Afraid of nothing. She slithers along, Her trail of smoke Behind her. She survives on Water and Aspartame, On Citalopram and Razor blades. My shadow inhales…
my shadow walks is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 1 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees my shadow walks in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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