Around the corner,
here it come,
it's big dark hands ready
to grasp me by
the neck.
I look at it,
it looks at me,
what is happening?
I think.
Just as it was
about to grab me,
I twisted free from my fear,
running like I never ran before.
I look behind me;
it's still there.
I run faster,
and faster yet.
Then I stop.
And it stops too.
I sit down;
and so does it.
Confused,
I run like the wind,
missing steps on the stairs,
causing me to fall.
It falls on me.
I never knew I could be
so scared
of my own shadow.