Blondkairi

She lived on the border of light and dark; Between the realms of booming voices   and quiet whispers. And she was always afraid. She was afraid of losing herself in these middle grounds; of being erased. So she became a shadow, an idea of a person, Without eyes to see, Or ears to listen,  Or a mouth to speak her mind. She thought this was a sign of strength to be so malleable; adaptable, she thought. A shadow could belong to anyone or anything; it could fit in any place. But she had never been so lost. A shadow can be swallowed by the dark;  eradicated by the light. It has no voice, quiet  or   booming.