The Hunting Shadows Poem by Raven Corrd

In the deepest hour, where my soul searches for any reason to hold on. There is a future unknown, but the problems remain.
My love never felt so missing and the truth remains in shadow.
When I made my mistakes? Where are the reason that took my pride away.

I still remain on the pages of light in my book of life, but it is getting thiner. Thiner and weaker as I meet the shadows of my past. They are knocking on my door, even when I do not expect them. Yet unknown how the book will end. The darker the pages are, the darker gets outside.

The people I meet desire some attention, the attention to fulfill their expectation. But I cannot be someone else, I cannot step in to their worlds without knowing myself good enough.

So I hold on to my past, when I loved and was loved. The time, where the light guided my ways and I felt not lonely. The time, where the birds where singing outside and I loved to hear them. I loved to sing with them.

The time has come, where I should decide how to start a new chapter of my book. Will the chapter be a comedy or a drama, will it end soon? Will it begin? I do not know yet. But through the tears of whispering shadows, I will remain human. As so much human as I can take.