Shadows we call them
And shadows they are
Until you unravel
The mystery they hold.
They hold the things
We're afraid to say,
The love we've lost,
The endings we fear.
I've walked with them
As a dead version of myself.
Among the many others,
As you yourself.
If reading this you know what I felt
Maybe then you too
Have walked with the shadows.
They locked me within their chains
In a dungeon you've not yet seen.
"Tell me young woman.
What is it that you seek?
Freedom?
Well find what you've been missing
We'll finally set you free."
In a dark room, chained to the wall
Out in front stood a mirror
A reflection of myself.
"What does this mean?
What am I missing?"
You see, the mirror shows your weakness.
Mine was my appearance.
I began to love myself and accept defeat.
They let me go and taught me a lesson.
No matter what love who you are.