I can see the shafts of sunlight
amber slices through the air.
Gilded rays of fair approval
favor the betters basking there.
But, we live in the shadows;
The often seen but rarely known.
We, the great unworthy
take their experiences for our own.
This is life in the penumbra;
Unacknowledged, though intended.
We live lives by implication.
Rights derived, but not defended.
Nothing grows in the penumbra's
un-illuminated spaces.
Except the mass of shifting shadows
that your compassion rarely graces.