Shadow

You are the shadow that follows me through every day—

with every turn I take,

and, most of all, with every fall,

you’re there.

I never asked for this,

and yet, you came.

You saw me—bent,

broken—

and chose to lend your strength.

Now,

I stand a little taller,

a little straighter,

and so much stronger—

because of you.

The wind no longer pushes me down;

it lifts me as I walk.

The crows no longer circle overhead;

they pass by,

never giving me a second glance.

And the ground—

it feels firm beneath my feet,

as if it carries me with quiet magic.

Funny, isn’t it?

To live in the company of a shadow

that feeds my every moment of light.

That’s what you are—

my shadow.

Not darkness,

but a lifeline

that keeps me standing.