My Space

My Space

A Poem by Crowley
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Sunday morning going down....

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Living in a shadow doesn’t cause blindness or stop the body from growing. It can cause pale skin and depressed vitality if one sees the shadow as a dark cloak oppressor or soul sucking shroud that doesn’t match any of the skirts your mother bought you for school. Living in the shadow can be religious.  Living in the shadow can be secure. Living in the shadow can be comfortable. She stayed mostly at the edges, reaching out with milky white fingers when a piece of tissue paper life floated by.  In the center of the dimness, she built a collage out of experience that was as fabulous as any of the world’s wonders. She placed her heart in the center and gave life to a shadow universe that coursed and breathed in ways that the children of the light could not understand.  And when it came time to leave the protection of the shadow, sunglasses and a hat provided solace from prying eyes and curious thought processes until she could return to the snugness of the shadows womb.

“You’re weird.”

“No, I am black.”

“Whatever.”

© 2018 Crowley


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Crowley
Happy Memorial Day Weekend!!!

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OMG...did you know me at myspace? I was the dark side of the Moon...

Posted 6 Years Ago


Intriguing message . . . hmmm . . . love this word-crafting: “reaching out with milky white fingers when a piece of tissue paper life floated by.” I think some might interpret your idea of “shadows” to be a figure lurking in the recesses of life. But your message made me think of “shadows” as being a relief from those who act out, so as to be the center of attention, or who crave popularity, or who must air every thought or grievance that flits thru their heads. To me, living in the wilderness is like being in the shadows. I don’t want or need all the noise & commotion that many crave. I guess I’m black *smile* fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


sometimes we let our so-called weirdness keep us from mingling, afraid we will be rejected...but being who we are should be victory...and we might emerge from the shadows with confidence that our weirdness is what makes us special.
j.

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks man...I think you are spot on!!!
i like the poem or the piece of writing so expressive

Posted 6 Years Ago


Crowley

6 Years Ago

Thanks you!

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