Scared of my own shadow

I shuddered in the night while walking back home
It was a dark silhouette that cropped up above this dome

It took me a while to compose myself
Realising that it was my own self

I got scared of nothing else but my own shadow
Which is what happens even in the comforts of those meadows

How easy it is to tell someone to love themselves first
But how can we stop fearing and put our demons to rest

Lest they crawl back again in those dark hours
On moonless nights when you are on all your fours

Losing your hold on ground is not the only way to lose hope
Rising high can also cut that rope

Rope that holds you to sanity and away from delusions
But what do you do when the shadows call you back to those illusions


The fear is then not of losing oneself in the crowd or being tied to the unknown
It is of finding your own self waking up in the middle of the night and walking back to the known