I stand apart, looking out
past a shadow clinging to me
eclipsing my personal light
Looking around, I see
bright glows from others
their shadow seems less
The air resists my movement
a wind felt only in the pressure
against my struggle for change
When I have found a suitable
resting point, my shadow again falls
forcing my sight to look out again.
Looking at the world
I wish
I was part of it.
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