BETWEEN TWO SHADOWS

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I go where the light softens

and the world lowers its voice.

Where walls do not demand anything from me

and silence wraps around my shoulders

like a shawl I did not know I needed.

Sometimes

the dark is gentle.

It is a quiet friend

who says nothing

but understands everything.

In its stillness

my heartbeat slows,

my thoughts unclench,

and I can finally hear myself breathe.

There,

I am not hiding.

I am healing.

But other times

the same darkness feels heavier.

It presses close,

not like comfort

but like weight.

I sit in it

not to rest

but to disappear.

The room is the same.

The shadows are the same.

Yet I am different.

One night

I enter the dark to recharge.

Another night

I enter because I have no light left to give.

And still—

both versions of me

are real.

The one who seeks peace,

and the one who seeks refuge.

Maybe the dark is not the enemy.

Maybe it is a mirror—

showing me when I need quiet

and when I need care.

And somewhere between the two shadows,

I am learning

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©️Invisible Lyn, 2026.

(Joycelyn Baah)