Poem: Shadows of What Used To Be

Poem: Shadows of What Used To Be

Once an oak, strong and mighty or a redwood, so tall, proud and free, in awe of all who see.

Now a shadow of what you used to be.

A warrior so sure, with the stealth of a brave, his bow and arrow drawn with such ease. 

Now a shadow of what you used to be. 

Your steady aim pierces your prey, never allowed to get away.  The power and control you crave, won’t allow you to see, you’re not the man you used to be.

Now a sticker bush all you do is hurt and, make bleed, all those that get close to you and, 

not allowed to leave. 

Like you, they become shadows of what used to be.

Shadows of What Used to Be

Author: Sharon Nye