Self-worth. <br /> <br />My shadow which usually walks behind me <br />was suddenly in front of me walking very <br />fast, then running, disappearing down a hill. <br />I was left in the open alone and fearing for <br />my life. Asked an olive tree if I could borrow <br />its shadow; the old tree had been around for <br />hundred of years, seen grown men succumb, <br />going insane having lost their true shadows. <br />As the olive’s silhouette followed me home <br />my confidence grew to the point that I told <br />a few jokes that it didn’t get, when I had to <br />explain the hilarity it wasn’t funny anymore. <br /> <br />My own shadow came home late, reeking of <br />wine, was sorry… but I can’t live without it.<br /><br />jan oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/self-worth-2/
