My SpaceA Poem by CrowleySunday morning going down....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.”
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4 Reviews Added on May 27, 2018 Last Updated on May 27, 2018 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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