There are these shadows
Following everyone around
Everywhere we go, yet they don't make a sound
They don't have a face
They don't have a name
But they are empty and faceless, just the same
But what is their aim?
These shadows that lurk around every corner
Are they to remind us of the mistakes we've made?
The pain we've caused?
The names we've slain?
Are these shadows merely a ghost of the past?
Or a dark reminder of what not to do in the future?
Whatever their purpose, there they remain
Attached at the hip
Dragging us down in chains
These shadows are a mystery
Not because they are a dark oil stain
But because we fear what they might contain

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My name is Marisa Recker, I am fifteen years old, and I am from Anacortes, Washington. I have always wanted to be a writer. I want to spread my words to others and I desire to inspire those who read my work. My dream is to be a successful author and to make my readers feel something when they read my words. This poem was inspired by the things in life that hold us back from following our dreams: shadows if you will. I hope to inspire others to break free of their shadows and follow their dreams.