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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