Between the lines and through the lens…
She was not made
for sunlight
and silly,
she was not designed
for display
and distraction.
She loves moonlight
where her tears
find comfort in the stars
and her shadow
is more shelter
than cell.
All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Based in a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver
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I like the idea of shadow as shelter. (K)
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I think there is a comfort in it. Sometimes the light can be blinding. Maybe we hear ourselves more honestly in the shelter of the shadow