The Shadow

Out of the shadows…into the light.

The Shadow

Shadow growing in the dark

you creep into my room.

Black, icy tendrils meant to ensnare

pure evil, you loom.


If I lie quietly

don’t make a sound,

will you keep moving?

Too late, I’ve been found.


When you leave

a piece of me goes too.

I’ve saved the best for me.

You haven’t a clue.

  © LuAnn Oburn 2012

This poem is dedicated to all those who have dwelt in the shadow of abuse.  With faith and forgiveness, most important the ability to forgive yourself, you can walk out of the shadows, into the sunlight, and have a beautiful life.  Blessings!

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