Poet’s Corner My shadow

NATASHIA WARRINER, GRADE 10

My shadow is very silent So broken, cold, and alone Shadows are not alive though Or so you are foretold

Shadows are alive you know They follow, see, and hear But you won’t believe me anyways Because your imagination is unclear

My shadow is a friend of mine It likes to draw and play But when I meet other shadows It tends to fade away

I don’t know why my shadow is scared Is it because it’s shy? Or is it because it doesn’t know how to talk Oh me, oh my, that’s why

My shadow may not know how to talk to others But it doesn’t mean it can’t be funny It’s almost like my shadow wants to be me “Ha ha ha, Yeah that’s very sweet honey”