Shadows I met a girl at the subway station Face as daring as a constellation I talked to her free of the anxiety I’m used to Like we are childhood friends remembering a better time
To talk to her is like singing the lyrics to your favorite song Effortless as you can imagine It is as if my insecurities have fled and been replaced with the confidence of a thousand men
She makes me feel warm and safe As if I am enough She is like a boulder tumbling down Breaking down the walls I have put up to protect myself
Protect myself from the failures I have come to know The failures with which I concern my sleepless nights and haunted dreams The failure that have been with me on my darkest nights and perilous days
Am I to allow her to see the shadows with which I have allowed to control my life? The fiery fear that has consumed me Yet with every word she casts a beautiful spell Letting light into hollowed heart
She has taken me to the chained gates of my soul And is shaking on the bars For her smile is what dreams are made of More than a thousand luxury cars
If I open the gates, Her love for me may cure my darkened soul Be the faint candle in a dark room Illuminating all that is around it
But what if she rejects my soul? If it is too much for a soul even as pure as hers How can I live knowing I ruined my chance at salvation? My chance to find eternal love?
I heard a poet once say that “To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence” Words that universally prove true Yet have given me an unbearable sense of dread
I’ve studied Wilde to Morrison, Hemingway to Lamar, But none can capture me feelings None can describe how terror is born from happiness
I lack the ability to communicate these feelings Having to ignore them to maintain our relationship Yet I feel we are drifting apart As the currents of our lives pull us away
My inaction has resulted in my greatest fear I have not burned the bridge But instead let it fall apart Too full of fear to do anything
I’ve allowed myself, In fear and inaction To become like a shadow Existing in the background, letting life be as it is.
Written by
Cooper Adams 18/Cisgender Male/Somewhere, Nowhere, USA