In the light
Shadows are prisoners
And prisoners we are to our shadows
But if shadows could speak
I think they'll say

I am no prisoner
I am but a listener
I guide the light
and shape
the stars
I am detailed
craftily inked
I am what links
us all

In the darkness
Our shadows are free
And we are free from our shadows
But if shadows could speak
I think they'll say

I am beyond free
I am everywhere
omnipresent
and omniscient
I shade what most
aren't aware of
I am the protector
The keeper
of all secrets
I am defined
by none

But if shadows could speak
will anyone still feel lonesome?

Running after clouds as they rush by
But I don't turn back
They are now waterfalls
When I try to look beyond the horizon
I am meeting with an endless ocean of thoughts
Scared of delving deep
Don’t want to lose my sight
People wave and call me
I don’t have any time to halting
Shoes are gone my feet are bare
Feel the broken asphalt biting
But now it's more like a comfort

When I
Stop

I can hear my heart
Beating so loud
Pulse in my throat is jumping

When I started running
Blisters were forming on toes
Hands scrapped cause I kept on falling
Wasn’t use to doing things on my own
Behind everyone’s bikes
But now I am ahead of them

When I breath
A deep breath

One
Two
Three

Out

One
Two
Three

In

One
Two
Three

Go

Look onward
Don’t stop running
When you are amazed
Keep running alongside these clouds
And maybe you’ll catch one in your hands
Don’t stop and take a breath cause only one road
It's getting destroyed so stay on the path don’t fall down

Every day there was puddles and thunder
And you fell down a hole once in a while
Broke your arm
Scrapped your legs
Missing shoes
Bleeding knees
Scratched face
Fragile wrists
Dry mouth
Shaking limbs
Vibrant eyes

What else is there for me?
Do I run and try to be free?
Why was I running in the first place?
I don’t remember I think?
Or was that the whole plan?

But clouds keep on calling me
So I listen and ignore my soul
The world is turning
And I feel the motion underneath my feet as I move

Until I suddenly stop
There's no more path
I am panting though
At the edge of a cliff
Feet half on
The Ledge
Hanging

Do I jump, knowing there's no way back to myself?



© Sofia Villagrana 2018