This is just a bit of word-play inspired by a recent conversation about Jung’s idea of the shadow which dwells in all of us, the side of ourselves we want to hide from the world.
I don’t often write rhyming verse, but I do like to use alliteraton and slant rhymes.
The Shadow
You cannot see me,
I am an empty space,
a void, a vacuum,
a black hole,
beyond the bounds
of visibility.
A nullity, a negative,
a nothingness,
I slip beneath your notice,
and past the perimeter
of your perceptions.
Linda Rushby 16 April 2023