She didn't have the best mind in the class
she knew that;
nor the prettiest face.
She couldn't play the clown-make people laugh
and she was not the one to understate
thoughts and feelings
on specific things.
She moved among her contemporaries
unseen, untouched
not noticed
nor scorned
but not given either
much respect.
She didn't dance-
too much exposure there-
and her body often betrayed
her lack of balance
and too
she didn't much think
of body parts as
internal expressions.
At least not her's.
So she circled her Being
around one friend and her books;
the one friend who shared her predicament.
And the two would associate, rather than talk,
hung together on lunch-time breaks
each having someone who
could navigate that long mile
from lunch room door
to lunch room table.
Two shadows close enough
such that each concealed the other,
therefore, together they were shadowless.
Til one day she read in one of her books
that Shadow Beings have an
opportunity
to make of themselves new things,
because they are not yet filled with superficials.
Empty vessels tho they might be
they too
can choose what ingredients
will make up their life-soup
instead of already in their teens
having been already filled up with gruel mean.
So taken that way
she thought
I am a Human Seed
awaiting still
My Blossoming.
And that was her
first
Awakening
where now her shadow
would be instead the light
of the One
that some one who
too
knew Shadowdom
when young.
And this was he she was given
never forgetting
life gives to the patient
the Ambrosia
called
Love.
But then, the ex arrived.
and she realized that love untested is not love
requited
and may be severely tested
by vixens
wearing fangs.
Chapter two coming in a week and after that:
( A complete version to be included in an up-coming collection of short stories.)
