I step in my shadow my footΒ Β falls in to darkness to a place unseen, a place where my darkest thoughts trail behind me.
Darkness never lost, always there but buried in the shadows, the one that is for ever following me.
It infects me when I forget that this must never be stood on, not to envelope me. A wrong move and that darkness that is kept away, will come surging back to try to claim me.
People see a shadow and think of nothing, but when I see my shadow it is a prison and I am the keeper, never will the darkness escape as long as my shadow is with me.
Are shadows are a prison to the darkness we think is lost but never really is.