Chasing Shadows
Angry,
I am.
But, I bury it deeply within the folds of my skin like hidden scars.
I dare not let you see the times I have broken.
Weak,
I am,
at the knees at the thought of you.
Angry,
I am that you are smooth and like water slip through my fingertips.
Envious,
I am of you and the manner in which you glide through your days unencumbered by convention, you move from place to place like a racing wind, not settling,
just moving.
And I wish I could capture you and hold you,
but,
angry,
I am that you move like liquid through my arms.
You move through memory like shadows in late evening,
lying down and disappearing with the faltering sunlight.
I have fallen completely in love with the faltering shadow.
Angry,
I am for chasing shadows with my heart.
Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews
My poetry book “Life at the End of the Rainbow” is available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle. My published name is Jenny Andrews. Thanks for reading!
-Jenny
I really like the frustration and desperation portrayed in this one. I think I’ve had this relationship.
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Hi Scott, there is nothing quite like looking back over the decades. I found this one in an old journal from years ago. To borrow a line from Dirks Bentley “What was I thinking?” way back then. Now I have found the ability to laugh about it-life is about learning and moving forward. Thanks for your encouragement.
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