My shadow complains that I favour the light

That she needs some attention

And that being kept out of sight

Only strengthens her need to be heard.

Some days I sit in a pool of tears

Wrestling my resistance, my fears,

Knowing that if you see me,

If I see me the gig is up,

I don’t want to be seen with my darkness

I have to be honest

I pray to feel better to ease my pain

And to get stuff-

The house

The status,

The multi million dollar heiress

And a saltwater swimming pool,

 I’m not saying that’s bad

But I should probably consult my soul –

It has altitude and loves my shadow

As much as my shining.