My personified shadow, I call her Renée. She experienced the malevolency bestowed upon me and released through writing poetry. My nightly tears on the page, bled crimson, in unison, she and me.
She, my personal protector; taught me the freedom, within expression, feeling fearless among oppression, my pages now read dry. With anxiety and pain held at bay, I am to be thankful, to the personified shadow, I call Renée.