A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
This dark form
Follows me when the sun is high
And casts my likeness against the ground.
Some may perceive this apparition
As the sad depiction of our souls
Forever tethered and stretched against the earth and bound to the sun’s will.
But I gaze upon this golem as proof of existence.
Standing in capacity
This shade displays my displacement
In time and space
Chemical and light forced to cease or bend.
It can’t go through
Because I Am Here.
In case you or I ever have any doubts.