There walks a shape behind my shape,
a hush within the sound I make,
it mimics me in dusk and dawn,
yet deeper still--it lingers on.

Not cast by sun or moonlit sway,
it follows even when skies are grey
a shadow born of thoughts unsaid,
of dreams long gone,of fears I've fed.

It knows the tremble in my voice,
the aching silence of my choice,
the mirror's glance I turn away,
the words I swallow every day.

It is the hush when rooms grow still,
the ache beneath a sudden chill,
it whispers truths I dare not face,
yet gives my soul its hidden grace.

For in the shade,I see my core,
the parts I've lost,the ones I store,
and when I dare to walk it through-
I find the light inside it too.