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I am only seen on bright days

in the sunlight at his side

or hidden in the corner of his

eye. In dreams when deep asleep

or half awake at twilight

I live in plain sight, hide in plain view.

He was born in morning light

me in the middle of that night.

At first we spoke in tongues as

children do, as we grew, adults

tried to still my voice.

I still whispered deep in his head

where his conscious thoughts

try to live in reason, denying

my existence, ignoring my soft voice.

Yet he speaks to me of those he’s lost

hear his wails that cant be said.

When full of pride for those around

I hiss just speak let them know : silence .

Me and him have been shadows since

we were born but never fully present

on the journey we are on.


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