The Seduction of the Shadow (A Poem)

There are days

That I wake up

Seduced by my Shadow

Wanting to wrap myself in everything that is dark and dank and scary and wrong

And wear it as a regal red dress.

To say: oh, you are beautiful, too

And I love the way you fall on my hips

And move with the wind and

OH! You have pockets for me to sink my hands into and explore!

To celebrate the scary as sacred is to be in flow with the divine.

To trust that the emptiness

Is the moment


You are impregnated with abundance.

To recognize yourself as the crocus

Triumphantly piercing through the frozen ground,

Reaching up through the snow.

From seed to bloom

Over and over again.

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