This is a poem inspired by an actual conversation I tacitly took part in because I was too afraid to speak up…instead I wrote this poem. It makes me wonder, how often am I guilty of this kind of judgment?
Who do I cast my shadows upon?
Fear of Flying
Just because his skin is brown
and he wears a hooded sweatshirt
and rides on a plane
does not make him a terrorist.
He’s not “asking for it dressing that way.”
Your fear is projected onto his person
the way a movie is projected onto the screen.
The outer world is a reflection of your Self,
both the Conscious
and the Unconscious.
What does he see?
A judgmental white woman,
clutching her purse,
eyes darting to find an exit
“just in case.”
Why not walk over and say hello?
Are you afraid you might just see another soul,
trying to find peace and joy,
or just trying to make it.
Together you might form some understanding
of what it means to Be.
Remaining in ignorant, fearful silence
gets you both nowhere.
“A man who is possessed by his shadow is always standing in his own light and falling into his own traps… living below his own level. In terms of the story of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, ‘it must be Jekyll, the conscious personality, who integrates the shadow … and not vice versa. Otherwise the conscious becomes the slave of the autonomous shadow.” – Carl Jung
“If our personality and desires are the light that we turn towards, the shadow is what is cast behind us.”