One day, she realized she could not outrun her shadow
So she brought it in front of her where she could see it.
“Why are you so dark?” She asked
Her shadow replied, “that’s the thing about darkness, it yearns for the light.”
Though it was painful to stand in front of a silhouette of her unhealed pieces
She realized it was merely a part of her she had not made peace with
And as she held herself in the love of her own arms
Her shadow became a part of her like the dusk of the setting sun melting into the night sky