Laying Shadows to Rest

Laying Shadows to Rest

A Poem by Quinn Blackburn
"

A catharic purge

"

 

Breaking through

each sleeping layer of self

I emerge

from this dark night of the soul.

 

Unfurling tendrils of thought,

I feed upon the Light,

swallowing whole Truths

in a single gulp,

stretching impossibly wide

to take it all in,

like Grandmother Toad

drinking down the Moon

in all Her full blown glory.

 

Until,

Light begins to shine

through me…

Bright beams of Truth

kindling with my acceptance,

revealing Wisdoms unguessed

hidden within my depths,

like priceless gems

within the cave of my heart.

 

But you would not see the Truth in me.

Rejecting those beams of Light,

just as I was stubbornly blind

to the Darkness within you

for so long.

 

I was not ready to see

your delusions,

your jealousies,

your selfish ways,

your need to be lied to

and led, oh so easily,

down any path

but one of your own choosing,

or how you loved your Shadowself

more than the bright flashes

I once believed to be the true you.

 

Once so close, in my mind’s eye,

we might have shared the same shadow,

you and I.

 

Until the day came

for me to lay my Shadow to rest.

 

When you turned from

my Day bright Truths

in fear and anger,

blaming me for all your unhappiness,

all your fears come home to roost

once more

as your own children languished

in the barren Night you had chosen…

unable to thrive

on the hollow Illusions

that laden your table.

 

Thrust into a bitter Winter

where you blissfully remember

only a Summer that never existed.

Only then could I see you

for what you really were,

and embrace

the Night and Day of my Self.

 

In exchange for my loyalty,

you gave me betrayal.

In exchange for my love

you gave me jealousy and anger.

In exchange for a place in my family

you treated us all like enemies.

In exchange for each bright Truth

I tried to give you,

you gave me nothing

except lies,

dark nights to burden my soul,

petty pity-me tantrums,

and sugar spun dreams

because they tasted better on your tongue

than the cold ashes Truth would leave behind.

 

I see you now as you truly are,

Light and Dark,

not just the pieces I valued,

not just the true friend

I once believed you to be.

 

I can see how much you prefer

the easy winding road of good intentions

that your imagination

lays out before you.

 

I saw everything with clear eyes at last,

and only then could I let go of you.

For you prefer your Illusions to Truth,

My Shadow,

and I choose Truth,

Light,

Love,

Laughter

over that empty fearful void any day,

even if it hurts or takes more work.

 

I no longer carry

the cold heavy stone of you about my neck,

and my shoulders don’t ache any more

from the burden of carrying you so far.

 

Left beside the road,

an unmarked headstone

for an empty grave

where lies the Illusion of who you were to me…

Sister

Friend

Fellow champion

of ideals and truth…

 

And I find the ghost of my Shadow

has left hardly a footprint

in the dunes of my memories…

while the rest of you walks off

towards false horizons

you love more

than the Truth of your choices.

 

Happy trails!

Rest in peace, my Shadow.

Until the Wheel turns

and we meet again…

 

a little wiser for the wear,

I hope,

and less willing to offer you

a piece of my soul on a silver plate.

© 2011 Quinn Blackburn


Author's Note

Quinn Blackburn
Writing this was such a relief, it felt like I had pulled a foot long thorn from my heart. Why isn't "therapeutic" a Genre choice?

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oh I love this!!! you are so in tune with nature at times - more so than many other writers I've seen on here! some lines in here I wish I'd written - i love - "no longer carry the cold heavy stone of you about my neck," and "I feed upon the light" - this is such a cathartic release! ha all the emotions spilling onto the pages!! ncie!

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Cathartic to release the negative energy, to face real truth, acknowledge what needs to be and then move on in light! Great Quinn!

Posted 7 Years Ago


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oh I love this!!! you are so in tune with nature at times - more so than many other writers I've seen on here! some lines in here I wish I'd written - i love - "no longer carry the cold heavy stone of you about my neck," and "I feed upon the light" - this is such a cathartic release! ha all the emotions spilling onto the pages!! ncie!

Posted 9 Years Ago


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wow! that was amazing! ^^ I love your poem! yeah, we go through a lot of hardships in life.. sometimes it can break us so hard everything shatters.. but we find strength and go on. ^^ I love the last 2 stanzas. Feels like you've progressed and letting go of the shadow you and letting the new come in. ^o^ Hmm the last two stanzas... especially.. with the "until the wheel turns" reminds me of the wheel of fortune in the tarot. =D love it!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Ah...ain't love grand?! Good write! I love the last 2 stanzas for they show you've moved on in mind and heart! Always good to look back on these sorts of work to measure where you've been and what you're not missing.

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Within your words it is evident that you have moved on not because it says it but because their is no anger in your presentation. We all at some point find our soul being devoured by someone we love or once loved and to us we begin to see them in a new light, in a new way especially after the chemical of love has long since faded. Within that new person that now stands before us is still made of the person we once knew but they forgotten. Life is made of experiences both good and bad this is on purpose to teach us, to show us so that we may grow. And grow you have done. Excellent Poetry my friend.

Therapeutic is a genre but WC calls it something different, it is called "Self Help"

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Quinn Blackburn

Pittsburgh, PA



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