Confessions of a Shadow (poem)

I hid myself from you
like Adam in the garden,
the shame of my being
driving me away from you.

And when I did this,
I stole my love from you,
built a wall between us 
which I would not let fall.

I became a shadow 
that flames cast
on a cave's wall,
but I feign body.

I, like glasses without lenses,
an empty frame,
but mere appearance,
blurring the truth.

And for this I'm sorry,
the word was not made flesh in me,
I spoke but I did not act,
I was nothing appearing as something.

I wish I could go back,
and show you the Flames of my being,
my beginning and my end,
but it is too late now.

So instead I confess,
and ask for forgiveness,
not as a worded shadow,
but as word made flesh.

-Zero