Poem – Shadow

Scattered dreams forgotten at first light.
A vague cloud follows.

Trees bend at impossible angles
the air wavers and shimmers.

I walk the dirt path worn
from ancestors and ancient methods.

Morning light through the tree canopy
casts fragments across my face.

I cannot help but feel I am being
followed by a shadow of my former self.

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