Seven Shadows in My Head

Foreword

A bit of delay since my last poem, which is because I was busy updating the layout of our 3 blog. If anything is not working as expected, please let me know through either the contact form over on Mute Moment, through X, or by commenting under one of my posts.

As per the usual, a poem that reveals a part of me. This one would be known by those who have seen my recently created X profile, as I am a devout Christian. Not the most expected by some, as I have a Jewish father and mother. But I believe that it shows that there’s more to someone than their looks and beliefs.

Poem: Seven Shadows in My Head [free-verse, confessional]

1. Pride stands tall in my mirror,
   a cold crown I never asked for.
2. Greed whispers, “Take more,”
   but my hands are empty of hope.
3. Lust burns bright in my bones,
   a flame I can’t quite hold.
4. Envy creeps in at night,
   counting stars I’ll never reach.
5. Gluttony weighs on my chest,
   hungry for comfort I can’t swallow.
6. Wrath crashes like thunder,
   shaking my calm with every strike.
7. Sloth sinks its roots in my mind,
   dragging me deeper into gray.

And depression sits beside them all-
a silent friend I never invited,
pressing an invisible blade against my heart.

My pain is a shadow dance,
seven shapes moving through me,
each one a reminder that I’m alive.

But every morning I rise again,
reach for softer light,
and tell the shadows, “Not today.”