Rumors

Our shadows are always there. They entertain us when we're little, just like best friends. As we grow older, they grow with us. Even through the darkness they stay, never leaving our side. They watch. They listen. They know all our secrets. Endure our pain. Their silence remains while only rumors drift in the wind. Soon our shadows turn from friend to foe. They become the monster starring in our nightmares, a temptress of hell reminding us what it feels like to burn. Shadows are the demons that tear our souls apart. They never let go, and they never allow us to forget. Everyone has a shadow. I just buried mine.