Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils."
~ Lorenzo from Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice (V, i, 83-85)
One’s Shadows
Thursday, August 20, 2009 No day is easy with a shadow following you around,
And no weight is lifted when the past is close behind.
To face it would be jumping off a cliff with a solid bottom,
And to run from it would be running in place.
You close your eyes in hopes that it will dissipate,
Yet when you open them once more, you find yourself
Face to face with it, unable to hide any longer,
For it is persistent: it will find your spirit and wake it.
Conscience, after all, is both a burden and a gift -
The guilt of yesterday’s mistakes eat you up alive,
And yet this very same guilt feeds your inner strength.
No day is easy with a shadow following you around,
Yet at the end of the day, you find yourself yearning,
Wanting it to follow you, so you may never forget…
So you may, from your past, always and forever learn.
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