True Self



Tired and lost
I walked and walked
in pursuit of Self
and had found not.

I came across
a reflection of self
that kept following me
like a glued on shadow.

Shake it off I could not.
Brush it off it would not.
I kept on walking,
it kept on following.

Increasing my steps
the shadow kept up.
No matter the speed
there it was.

I had become attached to a shadow.
Or was the shadow attached to me?
Shake it and it would not.

Hélène/Mother Willow©Poetry


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