Shadow

Sometimes

helped by strong emotions

the shadow defeats the self

and takes over

re-member-s

his hidden ghost

putting her open soul

in the farthest corner

filled with anxiety

crying from irrational fear

like a canope

that lost the heart.

Then only poison

can manage him

let him fly hesitating

leaving the old house

with broken windows

unclosed doors.

After months

the heart returns

still death

until the self

breaks the stones

and laughs

silently.

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About shibui

I am Dutch, 71 years young, married to a lovely Indonesian woman. Most of the time we are living in Bali. I am early retired as an educational psychologist and manager of social institutions. I have plenty of time now for old and new interests. I love serious stuff, like books about meditation or spirituality. But, "Why not", I asked myself, "More fun, exciting and humorous?" I hope to be able to share my interests with kindred people, to learn new things and get exciting ideas and inspiration.
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