Her Shadow

She strikes a match and her shadow blows it out.

She walks,
her shadow clings to her back,
a burden she heavily carried,
forcing her head to turn towards the ground.

She smiled,
her shadow smacked her,
leaving her cheeks reddened
and her eyes full of tears.

She tried to rise above,her shadow tripped her.

She tried to see the bright side of a situation,
her shadow blinded that ability, showing her only the darkness.

A battle many fight, some win, others sadly lose.

The worst feeling in the world is wanting to be happy,
wanting to see the good, but not having the ability to do so.

Depression a demon with the head of a wolf with sharpened teeth clinging to you as you are its prey.

Her shadow was depression,
a demon feeding,
fighting it wasn't easy,
it took the sharpest sword,
but finally her shadow,
her demon lays dead and bleeding on the floor.