I’m alone but it’s neither loneliness nor
solitude
those shadows dance around my hands
scream in my ears
call it sarcasm or criticism
they cross boundaries all the time
I hit the air with a closed fist
chop a tomato to see it bleed
promise the shadows a rendezvous
disguised as an animal
compressed as a virus
empowered as a weapon
to watch them writhe in pain
till their voice fractures
till they collapse in dung
when they finally dissolve
I’ll stand unshackled
no umbra or penumbra
only the blaze of unbroken light.
I call it ME
Creative Experiments and More 
Compelling Reena – you’ve done a masterful job of turning an abstract internal struggle into a physical battle. Beautifully done 👏
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Thank you so much, Ange! It means a lot.
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