Outside my shadow

Outside my shadow stands a person so new

Whose images and silhouette in my imaginations I drew

Outside my shadow there’s a different hue

A color so vivid, so vivacious, so blue…

Outside my shadow there’s a person unknown

When did she walk past and when was she grown?

Outside my shadow there’s someone who speaks

Nonchalant, spirited and one with wild streaks

Outside my shadow there stands a rebel

Aggressive, loud… coming out of her shell…

Outside my shadow there’s someone grander

But an inner quibble in a moment’s time declares it a slander

Outside my shadow there’s a person who’s fastidious

But it seems too tasking and is thus too tedious

Outside my shadow I want to look beyond

But my pupils consider me too fond

Outside my shadow I want to look beneath

Growing strong seems an option, with dry leaves’ wreath

Outside my shadow I see a dozen of them

Dejected, desolate, uprooted from their stem

Outside my shadow I see no more

Amputated conscience and a heart with closed door…