Shadows – Prose


The depth which some survive is beyond my understanding. I was speaking to a man sitting on a park bench I asked him why he was homeless?

He said: “Walls are too confining.”

I asked: “How are they too confining.”

He said: “They do not allow me to run.”

As our conversation continued I learned he is a Veteran. He wants to be able to move quickly when the shadows chase him. He still hears the cries of those trapped. He still hears the shadows of the past which confined him to hell.

Christine Swiderski


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