My shadow
reflects
the hidden me.
Sometimes
it speaks
sharpening words
into stabbing knives.
Inadequate.
Odd.
Excessive.
Nothing.
Coldness
chills
my bones.
Goosebumps
Tickle
my arms.
My shadow
appears
a child
with
icicle tears.
It beckons
but
I turn away.
My shadow
becomes an
angry blizzard
buries me
in white.
Frost numbs
my body
yet
my heart
is an
active volcano.
It trembles
explodes
with
molten power.
I emerge
a bright sun
piercing the clouds.
I open
my arms
embrace
my shadow.
It speaks
soft words
that fall
like snowflakes.
I am thou
Thou art I.
Playful
ice demon:
Black Frost!
