I sit in shadow.
Not much light, just a little bit through a window.
Whatever makes it through the overladen, cloud filled sky.
I sit in shadow.
Perhaps due to my own sadness.
Perhaps in solidarity with my loved one that sits in shadow imputed upon them.
Perhaps because I want to fill it, deep in my bones.
Oppression takes many forms.
Could be emotional.
Could be meteorological
Could spiritual.
It looks like shadow to me.

I have a loved one hurting.
Prayers are always appreciated.