The solid shadow stalks me.
Always following, I can’t shake its cold touch.
Its black shape makes me cringe.
It dogs my steps and its pursuit is relentless.
They say that the darker the shadow, the brighter the light behind.
That seems logical, but I haven’t been able to turn myself around to find out if it’s true.
Why is it so hard to look away from the fear that follows me?
It threatens to overtake me.
But remember that the shadow only moves forward as I retreat.
I gather my courage. I turn around.
Walking forward into the light, I am filled with warmth.
The darkness is no longer a concern.
The light brightens my eyes, dries my fearful tears.
