A Colorful Shadow
I’m the colorful shadow, sometimes never seen.
I smile always, because they need one.
I laugh with them, instead of at them.
I quietly observe; watching. Listening.
My bag is full of notebooks, my testimony to life, existence, and art.
I am the calm diplomat, hearing each side’s due.
There are explosions at my feet, broiling anger at a few untimely words.
I am the runner, catching up from behind them.
Supporting these pillars.
I am the runner, flinging after the trail of broken shards, duct tape and tissues in hand.
I am the silent voice of reason, screaming but ignored.
Giving the difficult advice that may or may not be taken,
By them or myself.
I am the wind, unseen by all,
But my work is always in the corner of your eye.
Never in the spotlight, I work for other’s shine.