Love Poem: The Shadow Dwellers
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Written by: Paul Willason

The Shadow Dwellers

Emerging from my teens
I had a head full
of ghosts to escape from -
inhabitants of an inner world
I kept to myself. Future life
was over there, 
at the end of a train line, 
a long road, the last port 
of call on a ship's long voyage.

I could never get far enough
away - they always 
found me hiding in some
masquerade, a clever cover
concocted to conceal - 
at times I even fooled myself.
Mirrors were a bane,
they told the truth 
and so I learned to look away.

A lifetime on 
they are still with me but now
I know each by name. 
There are days  
when they draw close 
and become weepy
as if seeking love,
though still afraid to leave
the refuge of my shadow.