When I was four
in nightfall
frightened, I'd cry and run to mother
when my shadow appear.
When I was fourteen
Darkness scare me
But when light comes on
From my shadow, I run.

I'm past twenty four
and I fear shadows no more
Darkness is now a beautiful shade of black
because I now understand
that shadows are proof that there's a ray of hope
smiling down on me
knocking off me every form of darkness
in what I know to be shadows.

- Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu