Shadows, They Come

Photo courtesy of DLW

When I was a kid, I was a little scared of shadows. To me, at that time, shadows were uncertainties. When I heard footsteps and saw a shadow on the floor coming towards me, I would be filled with anxiety. Who was it? Was it my mom or dad? Or a relative? Or a stranger? Or worse?

Now that I’m older (don’t know about wiser), the shadows that terrifies me are those from the past. The shadows of the things that I’ve done wrong. I know they are lurking in the background and they will come back to haunt me. One of these days, BAM! They will pounce when I least expect.

-hazrock, cast no shadow