Shadows.
They are everywhere. In the corners, behind things, in front of things but the one that scares me the most is the one behind ME. He follows me where ever I go, dragging my past and secrets with him. I wish he would go away but then again, I don't. Because then I would be all alone. Only to watch the other shadows and think, "How many secrets is that one burdened with?"
My shadow has my past in a death grip and he won't let go of it. He holds on so tightly that I can't breathe. Strangling me so slowly that no one, not even their shadows, can see what is happening before it becomes to late and I am gone; along with my shadow,
so he never has to drag around my past and secrets again.

*He will finally be free of me.