Every time I read this poem, the last line brings a lump to my throat. Not sure why. Maybe thinking about all the times in my life I’ve been afraid, but all those times there was something next to me, made by me, that was “never afraid”?
Light’s Effect on the Body
– Janée J. Baugher
You’re not alone.
Your shadow’s your perfect fit.
It has no specificities
just imperial black — sum of all colors
to cast the pure, generalized you.
You are the body
that makes shadow possible.
is light’s filter on shadow.
When you run
from light, shadow’s the one sure thing before you.
Upon your death
shadow becomes a shadow of itself.
It began small
as you did. And through all that happened
your shadow was never afraid.
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