"Shadow (of Her Soul)" by Sybil Mouna Toure
“Shadow (of Her Soul)” by Sybil Mouna Toure
by Imani Jefferson

Stripped of complete innocence
The dark shadow lingering on my shoulders
How can I stand to fight?
When my shoulders feel like the weight of the world is on them

Depression was my evil twin
Depression was the reason I didn’t open the door when they came knocking for me
Depression was the reason I let my phone ring and you knew it was seen
Depression was the reason I decided to sleep instead of facing reality
Depression was lying on the cold floor of the bathroom only able to feel the surface
Because my body was to numb to feel the tears of aching pain
Depression was the reason I was alone

I think I love the feeling of loneliness
But no that was my shadow telling me that lie again
I hated the four walls that I was all too familiar with
The fear of seeming weak to others so I remained in the box my shadow created

There was no way to escape my shadow…. It was a part of me
Just when I thought I couldn’t see it
There it was telling me I could never beat it…