The Echoes Of A Broken Shade

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Introduction: Some wounds don’t bleed; they linger in echoes, in shattered reflections of who we used to be. This poem speaks of the pieces of ourselves that break but never fully disappear. It is about how the guards are raised when someone is repeatedly shattered but finds that one companion - their shadow to guide them to embrace themselves,
Another betrayal struck him today,  A familiar chuckle echoing dismay;  Still haunted by wounds of the past undone,  One more heartbreak was far too much to shun.
He sighed as he wandered down the street, 
Then spied his shadow at his feet; 
For a moment hope stirred within his chest— 
This silent friend he trusted best.
 Yet again his heart was rent in two, 
As his shadow, too, broke the truth it knew; 
When twilight fell and darkness reigned supreme, 
That loyal echo shattered its own dream.
 Isolated and weary beneath the starry gleam, 
He waited while sorrow flowed like a stream; 
Tears poured unbidden, a relentless tap, 
As he bowed his head deep into his lap.
 At last, he slept through an endless night, 
Dried tears glimmering in the pale moonlight; 
The hours raced swiftly, faster than before, 
Until dawn’s first glow lured him to the shore.
 Once more alone in silence’s embrace, 
The calm of the waves restored a fragile grace; 
When the sun ascended high in the sky, 
His shadow reappeared—there, standing by.
 Rubbing his eyes in a mix of hope and despair, 
He murmured, “Why’d you vanish into thin air? 
When moonlit city streets still shone so bright, 
Why stray away, leaving me at night?”
 The shadow smiled and gently took his hand, 
Inviting him to rest upon the land; 
“I’m with you from dawn until dusk’s decline, 
Then forced apart—as seed departs its husk, divine.”
 “So you remain with me throughout the day, 
But at night, you simply fade away?” 
That tender query brought a bittersweet smile, 
Even as he wandered deeper in the loneliness' aisle.
 Consoling him, the shadow softly spoke, 
“Though fate compels our nightly yoke, 
Call on your heart—and I shall reappear, 
As husk nurtures seed, returning ever near.”
 That night, at last, he slept in gentle peace, 
No trace of sorrow, nor of heart’s release; 
Like days before the cruel heartbreak’s sting, 
A smile—though feigned—began to softly spring.
 Now he knows that people often shatter, 
Leaving bonds in ruins, hopes in tatters; 
Yet in the steadfast friendship of his own shadow’s art, 
He finds a solace, no betrayal can depart.
 💭 Reflection: Healing is not always about forgetting; sometimes, it’s about making peace with the echoes of who we were. This poem is for those still searching for their missing pieces. Have you ever felt like you lost a part of yourself along the way? Let’s reflect in the comments.
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