Shadowy Realm

When they fought, I chose not to fight.
When they cried, I thought there is respite.
Amidst the squibbles and squabbles of life,
My kindly nature kept me rife.
But then came doubt I did my self.
I did my nature, I did my health.
I doubted everything I felt,
And on I went to change my self.
I tried to turn the course of the stream.
Not knowing I was only killing a dream,
Of little joys and a profound realm,
On I went on a broken whelm,
For other dreams were going to be at helm.
I had walked too far still mind less,
I reached a place where thoughts grew virtuous less,
What thought is it if not for good?
I reached this place and did for good.
Where walls were thick and wells too deep,
I Tried to scratch and scrape the wall
But alas, I couldn’t make my purpose

There, in the walls, I saw myself.
Not a picture but a dim shadow of myself
But the shadow is what I had become myself.