'Shadow Boxing' Poem by Linda Winchell

I took up shadow boxing
It seemed the thing to do.
Had no one to spar with really
So I punched at a shadow or two.

I felt that I had met my match
With every drawn blow I threw.
But it was just a shadow
Of the shadow me I knew.

I’d turn around and there it was
Bigger than myself at times.
But when I opened up the drapes
It disappeared when I’d raise the blinds.

I was working up a sweat this day
As I had many times before.
Wasn’t paying much attention
And the shadow placed a punch
Which threw me to the floor.

Now how could a shadow do that?
It was just an image of only me
But I guess there’s more to my shadow
Much more of me to see.