Beware The Shadows. By CpSingleton © 2015
There’s a bleak cloaked side of my persona.
It hides in a cave behind the
Prefrontal cortex, muttering and
We all have it.
Even those, unlike me, who have
A thick vein of wisdom running
From cracked toenail to back tooth,
Like a four-lane motorway, are
Aware of its peevish, brittle presence.
This I know and it gives me comfort.
I would rather be aware of shadows and
Have the ability to shine a light, than
Not know they exist and be
Ambushed on a fresh Spring night.