I love how seemingly simple yet deep this is, so much is conveyed in so little words

Oh yeah, Carl Jung, right? I think I see it clearer now. Glad I asked.

It’s a pretty compact poem. It is referring to a mystical experience which in psychology involves the shadow, a component of the self. The self’s shadow is like a snake in that it sheds skin to continue life, and I am molting. This is a frightening experience much of the time. There is a lot more to it, given that it says so much with such few words. Generally those who have felt the action of these psychodynamics can relate directly or indirectly. Thanks for asking. It was good to write out what I meant.

After reading it a few times I can’t really tell what this is about, but maybe I don’t need to? It seems very personal, maybe so cryptic that it can be shared as a pretty poem without anyone really knowing what you really mean. If I’m off base though let me know. That’s just how I felt reading it.


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She’s killing me
under moonlight, under stars
Clean as a ghost
she washes over 
head and heart

And my hands
cannot reach
the parts of me 
that disclose her,
for I am she.

Desperate flange 
drifts poetically.
I can’t tell
if desire or agitation
are with me,
or against me

Shadow


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