me and my shadow

At five, I was a shadow on stage,

following my cousin,

Marianne,

my tiny feet repeating her rhythm

perfectly.

Proud to be a tiny replica

of her beauty

I followed her,

tapping to the tune of

"Me and My Shadow."

 

Today, I look in the mirror

and see my own shadow.

I plead with her,

"let me be,"

begging her to hide behind me.

 

She has taken control,

proud to be my shadow,

while I hide behind

her confidence and charm.

 

She takes him,

makes love with him

--wild and winsome--

while I watch, paralyzed,

waiting for the perfect moment

to come.

 

She drags me into thee poem

and I let her go where I, myself,

fear to go.

She is me

without hesitation.