Silhouettes

"Beware of the shadows",

My mother used to tell me.

She said they lurk in the dark,

Like monsters creeping inside,

To bounce and grab thee.

They did not have figures,

Just dissolved into thin air.

They were silhouettes around,

The images I could imagine,

That seemed alive but unaware.

When I grew up to be 5,

I was afraid of them,

That lived under my bed.

I thought they could drag me,

And mess up with my head.

At 15 when I grew tall,

I found myself scared,

Of them that ogled at me.

I thought they could scan,

My body and soul clearly.

At 25 when I stepped outside,

I didn't fear them anymore.

I felt safe in danger inside,

I knew how to disarm the demons,

And make my abode protected.

I found various alluring dimensions,

Of the silhouettes around me.

In the halos of dawn and dusk,

And found they could comfort,

The wretched souls of many.

They seemed to fascinate,

And draw me towards them.

I found silhouettes that were pure,

And defended the weaker ones,

Out of their drowning miseries.

At 30 when I set off to find,

The mystery of demons,

And silhouettes lurking in dark.

I discovered the realities,

That weren't all jovial apart.

Though depressing indeed,

Not all of them were evil.d

They were born out of fears,

And became shields if not,

For they too were beautiful.

Some legends corrupted them,

Like wildfire spreads the disgrace.

And the uncertainties of silhouettes,

Made them tender yet strong,

To fend for those who needed to.

They were never complete,

And begun from their ends.

Thus delighted nobody alive,

For uncertain imaginations,

Had always scared the life.

I returned from my conquest,

With a few answers in glee.

With the arrival of nightfall,

There were stories to be revealed,

"Mother, I speak to thee.

Perhaps they were cursed,

For the lack of certainty.

Never absolute, yet vast,

To explore what they could be,

In the universe, they always last.

They define life and death,

Yet exist together in solidarity.

Home to those seeking shelter,

Peace to those fighting battles,

Seeking answers of continuity.

Beautiful in their ends at dusk,

Rising again to another dawn.

Do not fear of their haziness,

Uncertain, they could make thee strong.

Mother, silhouettes could be like us,

Just feared for they were misunderstood,

Thou could find an Aurora in them,

To be thy guiding light if thee would."