Wiping off Shadows

They don’t come off, these shadows. 

I scrub at them, hard. 

They’re part of me. 

I kind of get used to them. 

They're Forever? 

I’m okay with that. Maybe. 

Their grey bruises my luminescent skin. 

I brush harder; 

They get under my skin.

I hardly notice. 

Their darkness is unavoidable; unless: 

I Walk into the Light. 

This was inspired by an  accidentally wise phrase from my dad: “It's hard  wipe off shadows.” He was speaking literally, but [typically] I had to think about it as a sappy metaphor.

My sister must’ve thought this shadows thought was cool too. Check out her thoughts Here.