The brighter the light, the darker the shadow

The shadows are scary, deep and dark,
No place to visit on a light hearted lark.

But we all got 'em,
The shady, scary side,
And avoid em like the plague,
Till they take us for a ride.

Good idea, to stop, and take a look,
At the fearful and lonely,
The isolated nook.

There's gold there and treasure,
And actions to measure,
There's always something to do
To get out of the goo.

People are there,
Waiting for acknowledgement and truth,
The ones we hate, the ugly and uncouth.

Sometimes what's there,
Are those we love.
Who we haven't acknowledged;
Kept tight in our glove.

In the shadows, they don't look like mirrors,
Though in fact they are,
Full participants with us,
Not merely otherly leerers.

I visit there often,
The self absorbed swamp,
Keeps me humble and grateful,
For an occasional light hearted romp.

The deeper the grief, the higher the joy,
Eyes open makes it fun, wahoo and o-boy!

Nothin serious here,
Just the ride from love to fear,
As roller coasters glide,
It's the world's supreme ride.

Thanks for comin' along!

Longfellowaholic,
2002