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Poetry
In the cave
Disha Daware
In the cave, I felt lost within,
No light, no spark, no fire within.
The ground cold, my trembling sound,
Were the shaman's words about God just bound?
Is there no hope, is this all there is?
Will the fire ever ignite, or shall I miss?
I sat in the cave, numb and still,
Chanting the hymns, my soul to fill.
A light appeared, bright and white,
Its warmth surrounded, soft and slight.
I walked toward it, saw a shadow form,
Blocking the way, stirring a storm.
This shadow, it never walked with me,
In the darkness, alone I'd always be.
Yet with the light, the shadow grew,
And as I ran closer, it followed too.
I reached the end, eyes tightly closed,
Hoping for God’s face to be exposed.
But when I opened them, I saw my shadow,
Not behind me, but beside, aglow.
It lingered still, silent but bold,
A reminder that even in light, shadows hold.
I faced it now, no fear in sight,
For without the shadow, there is no light.