Living in the shadow

of someone else’s life

is a safe hiding place,

most of the time. 

 

You get to observe, 

detached, 

no fear, no pain. 

 

Fertile breeding ground

to create art, music, poetry...

 

Until the shadow turns around,

chases you down, 

strips you naked in front of a

stone-casting society. 

 

Do you stand erect

in the blinding light,

plunge deeper inside,

or seek another shadow,

pen in hand.

 

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