Her shadow

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I was born as an afterthought
A shadow of her truth
I was never surprised
That I wasn’t their God’s perfect muse

I was a plan B
A wilful addition
Aren’t we all?
We ,the secondary volitions…

I often wonder
Would I have been different
If she’d have stepped in after me
Like her, would I have been as benevolent

In sharing their love
Like a share of the pie
Would I have done the same?
If she teared up would I have cried?

Would I have felt then
What I feel now
Would I have thought myself
A useless tug along tow?

But it hits me
Uselessness is a disease
It has nothing to do with her
My mind goes where it pleases

And it pleases to think me
Unnecessary!
I’m masochistic that way
Without her as my blissfully ignorant glee

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Sigh. Smile. Reminisce.
The thought awakens real slow
In this empty world
I’d rather be her shadow
Than go it alone
Or grant her my own

My journey just began!

Something waits at the end of the line
I see it smile and hide away
A ghost like mischief
It shows itself again
And then blinds me into a blissful sleep
Joy is an understated promise
Happiness an added luxury
My end suddenly seems
Like the best end of it all
It washes past me and meets me in my dreams
Something waits behind that hill
A promise better than a sunrise
A wish stronger than the stars
In that strength of fearless hope
This life lauds its brave heart
At the last step to the top
The mind is scared
Of dead ends and living things
The feet take the last swing
The lungs the last breath
Only to find a perfect end is a better beginning
At the end of this line
Lies the start of another!