I lost my old friend—
the fear to live.
From as far back as I remember,
from the time I crawled,
from the time I brawled,
we woke each morning
and walked together,
like a shadow,
never apart.
He lived with me
all day long.
At night,
I slept beside him.
But now I realize
I lost my shadow somewhere.
Maybe he grew tired of me.
Maybe he found another.
Maybe he forgot me.
Or maybe
he is already dead.
Either way,
I lost him.
Now,
I live without fear.