by B.T.

I drag my shadow down the street.
It dawdles and resists, not wanting me
Or where I'm going.
I stop with hands on hips.
We collide but do not merge.
How like me to to hate this endless twosome
I did not want and will not love.
I drag my shadow down the street.

B.T., who penned and shared this in a Wildfire Writing class, has a difficult relationship with the shadow. What about you? How would you describe your shadow? Like the groundhog, do you scurry away from it, or have you made peace with your shadow side? Explore in writing.

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