Shadows Poem by Emily Cartmell

My soul is deep, just like my bed.
So deep I don't even realize what's underneath it.
It could be a storm, like a hurricane.

Like opening a book, I start to unfold.
To eventually tell you all my secrets,
because I can't hold it in anymore.

You stay there, sat under my bed.
As a shadow, you stare into my eyes,
And wonder who I am.

I can keep it in, but I won't.
You'll be like a diary, only you aren't.
However, who else can I tell, other than you?

Sometimes I feel as if I'm going to snap,
just like a pencil, but still colourful.
It just happens that I'm a little lost in my world,
I think you can help.

If I'm being honest, you cross my mind,
from time to time.
Why don't you stay for a while?

You don't have to hide.
Just come out from under the darkness and I'll protect you.
I promise. Promise.