# Wounded shadows

By [alchemist](https://paragraph.com/@alchemist-3) · 2025-08-06

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I don’t run.  
I’m not scared.  
I just dance.  
I talk to them.  
I talk to myself.

Sometimes, they just want my smile  
to remember who we were  
before the darkness became the rhythm.

They move through me —  
on my walls, in my head,  
through my skin, in my bed.

So I dance.  
I just dance.

In the corners, in the silence,  
in the depths of the oceans.  
In the fire that purifies stronger soldiers.  
Through the noise, through the storms,  
and a million thoughts.

When I stop, they are here.  
Whispers like ghosts, my own memories.  
I want silence.  
I want peace.  
It’s too loud for mind to be clear.

When I don’t want to fight,  
I just roll a snipe.  
Heard that fire scares them…  
so I give it to light.  
But you know…  
I’m just giving them time.

They stopped to dance.  
They seem afraid.  
They don’t speak,  
but they stayed.

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*Originally published on [alchemist](https://paragraph.com/@alchemist-3/wounded-shadows)*