Through the dark and light, my shadow moves me
And I move my shadow.
He’s the masculine to my feminine
The capable to my cowardice
My cloak and cover.
He tricks me and distorts my size
Never quite small enough.
Never quite good enough.
But always there
At least he will never leave me.
When it’s time to sleep he waits for me
Ready to meet me anew
And force me to lead us through another day.