The hand and the shadow. As the sun sets, light fades through the window. The angular shadows beckon me closer. I reach out with my finger, looking to meet my Shadow Self on the wall. Seeking to integrate those parts of myself I deny and push down. What happens when I touch the Shadow Self?
Hand seeks the shadow
Shadow reaches to the hand
My two selves’ touch
I’m integrated now, a fully actualized being. A summer breeze blows through, the curtains billow softly. The Shadow Self is nothing to fear – don’t be fooled by its ugly face. Embrace the darkness.
Darkness is embraced
The sun goes down; it is night
Shadow becomes me
(Photo by Vaibhav Sanghavi on Unsplash)
Love the wordplay.
So beautiful. 🙂
Thank you 😊