I envy the person I see in my shadow.
She has the privilege to disappear at will.
She has the ability to grow big and powerful.
She has the ability to shrink and seem fragile.
She speaks and shows her emotions, not with her words, but with her elegant and soundless actions.
My shadow is all knowing but plays the dumb card. She listens to the secrets that ride the wind.
Why can I not be the person I see in my shadow?
The shadow with free will and peace....
The shadow free of judgement.
The shadow I want to be is mine, and she is untouchable.