Prompt: a Shadow
dark... it tiptoes towards the door
creeps in through the cracks
it meets no resistance
its presence limitless but constrained, attached.
until its producer
meets the end.
its existence, transitional
evaporated from refraction
it goes from visual
to tangible before
it is no more on this plane.
its transformation, brief
don't blink- YOU might miss it
listen carefully, the particles dissipate
they are tears, not of pain
or sorrow, but of gratitude
grateful for being....
oh, for the stories this shadow will tell
when it reaches the place amongst the stardust
the place where all shadows go
when they no longer have a castor.
to a place in the milky way, floating and dancing, unattached
now they are the light in a dark galaxy.
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...