What does it represent?

I’ve always wanted to write a piece about shadows. Please note that for the poem below, I am referring to the shadows of humankind. I’m fascinated by their appearance and have always had a lot of thoughts about them. In some cultures, shadows are considered sacred, while elsewhere they are seen as evil. These are just opinions of people. Many beliefs about shadows can make you roll your eyes or laugh out loud. Well, that could be another day’s post.

To me, shadows are neither good nor evil. They are simply reflections or representations of their owner. Therefore, they can only be good or evil depending on the owner’s goodness or evil.

From another perspective, shadows can only raise their hands to do good or evil, hold hands, gesture, and act when the owner does the same.

Shadows

Shadows are illusions.
Sometimes an imagination
some shades hiding in the corner
Waiting to leap at ignorant men
But never dare to.

Shadows are false
Lurkers and stalkers,
A fanciful distraction
A spy of some sort,
One who is afraid of the light.

Shadows are mirrors
They act precisely as their bosses
They are evil or good as their bosses are
For they only have a master
The person they follow.

Shadows are what we call them.
For many, it’s fear.

It’s insincerity.

Like the lightning
Casting images upon
the ends of the earth.