The one and only, my life's shadow;
Braided through the strings of rights.
You keep on seeing me like your doll,
So you could copy all my highlights.

Your hauntings lurk me every night,
Reflecting every thing I do,
But when the sun sheds its light;
Nothing you did stays true.

And when the moonlight's choosing me,
In the darkness when I barely can see;
You grow darker and stronger,
Consuming me and my every color.

Regardless how far I go;
You cling to me slow,
Claiming each part of who I am,
Without a hint of shame.

Feeling like half the man I used to be
I look to the sky desperately
Noticing something I don't usually see
The moon keeping the sun company
But the visual hit a little differently
Like I unknowingly unlocked some mystic mystery
Probably due to the particular mindset I'm in currently
But looking back at me was a half moon in all it's majesty
And I thought about it's cycle, it's personal journey
From full to empty then back again for all of eternity
Then my thoughts drift back to me,
Back to that feeling of illegitimacy
And this new found possibility
Based on the moon cycle imagery
Could it be something I could copy?
I guess I'll have to wait and see
But a sliver of hope, like the sliver of a crescent moon, may be all I need...maybe
Maybe I too could be whole again if I just move forward patiently

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