Every person has a shadow
that lingers onto them when they are born
my shadow is a part of me
but I am not a part of her
she is connected to me
like a thorn to my hip
watching every move I make
when the sun appears again
when she sees all my emotions played out in her presence
she stands there and watches carefully
no words to be said
zero actions being made
not a single expression within her

Me and her are two separate beings
I feel everything that is around me
and react to it either in a positive
or negative response
but when it comes to her
she doesn't acknowledge anything at all
she doesn't care what's happening during certain times of
our life
she doesn't react to what is around her
When she is with me
I sometimes wish to become her
but I know for a fact she doesn't wish to be
me

like a shiver that penetrates your soul
upon seeing a burst of playful colours that flirt
and tease your lingering eyes

like the pores of your skin that graciously rise
when you can't help the smile that
meanders its way on your lips after
having come across the words that every speck of your being
was screaming out to your deafened consciousness

like the realization having finally dawned
upon your veiled intellect
that the spark that you hid
so cautiously nurtured
and patiently preserved has in turn
been suffocating noiselessly
under the self induced smog
waiting to morph
into a full-blown
raging
wildfire.