A MYRIAD OF SHADOWS

By Wendy : Shywalker

Cursing the heavens for taking what was mine,
I am left with a burden; a silhouette of kind.

A myriad of shadows, cast their shade on my life,
darkness eclipsing my remnants of light.

Seemingly forever lost in a maze of emotional pain,
I'm blocked at each turn by my own wall of rain.

My darkness is spectred by the voices of the dead,
entreating and clawing at me to do what I said.

The vows of a child, as I knelt by their graves,
was in lost in time; in the coming of age.

The oath was no less meaningless, the promise no less raw,
but the cycle of my life evolved to something more.

I became a new child, became another man's son,
but I never forgot from where I had come.

I cannot forget for my myriad of shadows are here,
following behind me; they know all my fears.

My terror keeps me running, keeps me in flight,
for if I stand still for a moment, I'll lose my fight.

The battle of guilt for surviving the flames,
spurs me to continue and finish this game.

This game of life, I'll win for the shaolin in my soul,
I will win for my father; my attempt at being whole.