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
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
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