Poets in Motion
Poets in Motion




There was this brightness about my shadow that reeled me in. I just could not get enough of that partial brightness that was shining through. I envied it, but my god did I crave it too.

You see, shadow and I weren’t that different. We were close in age. We shared the same views on certain topics. We viewed the world the same. Conversation was always great between us. I got familiar with shadow and the more I did, the more I felt that brightness shine through and my god did it feel so warm.

As shadow’s brightness kept shining through I ignored the black cloud he always possessed. It wasn’t until I took a small flap and saw who shadow was in my world and what he did.

Shadow was just a fisherman and I was his prey.

9:15 PM—Jocelyn F.

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