Poem: Shadow Feud
Instinctively I knew,
Viscerally I felt the due fued.
The shadows would make a return,
They would always do.
They would want the attention,
They'd viciously tear me down
But I was determined not to
Let them run manic and wild.
'Wishful thinking' they'd say
But I wouldn't let them
Get away with the threat.
Stronger I became,
They hissed to my face
But in my truth I stood,
The fire burnt in the flame.
Neither shadow nor demon
Could overthrow my peaceful reign
For I knew that I'd bring myself
Back to the calm and ease
Of the grounding breath
In the centre of my Earth.
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