By Leila Tualla
There is an echo of a shadow that follows me everywhere I go.
I catch her in glimpses; she’s bent over like a child,
a still statue on the floor.
I’ve seen her in passing;
pale figure, eyes red from crying.
I hear her screaming from time to time;
The stillness hums and light is snuffed out in an instant.
It’s the darkness, the screams that pierce it and
the constant humming that drives me
I can’t tell you the precise moment this echo of a shadow
But I am her and she is me.
I am bent over like a child
willing my heart and breath to slow down.
I am a shell of brokenness
passing by life and hoping
someone looks at me in the eyes and holds me.
I am screams of anguish
terrified of what is inside me.
© 2020 Leila Tualla