Sometimes, shadows
assume shapes.
It’s no wonder life
goes pear-shaped
from time to time.
They seem to gather
together, plotting
and conspiring.
And gossip most
of the time.

But they are no more
than a keepsake, to be
discarded with a
smile on my face.
Soaked up by new
moments of life and love
in every step I take.
Then, I am able to know
what is real and what is not.