Even as minutes turn to days
then years
sometimes the shadows cast
by the things that happen to us
stay dark, weigh heavy
seemingly impervious
to any glimmer of life’s light.
The funny thing is,
though
is that shadows have no substance
and though we perceive them
with our mind’s eye
they aren’t really there
and if we stop giving them a form
they don’t really have
then we go from fettered to free
and can bask in the warmth of life
at last.