By Louisa Perry-Picciotto, TIWP Student

I love my shadow.

She is the print on the ground, 

reflection of the sun’s path, 

moving alone,

never daring to stray. 

I love my shadow. 

She curves,

avoiding the potholes,

adapting to the hard corners,

flowing over the rough bumps 

of the unseen to road. 

I love my shadow. 

She stares up at me 

taking in the mistakes, 

forming them into perfection 

without taking away from the inspiration. 

I love my shadow.

She walks hand in hand 

with the idea of acceptance, 

holding it in a warm hug

with the now easy words. 

I love my shadow 

because it reminds me of me.