The Shadow

The shadow spitting in my face, I guess it covered my eyes. 
My blindness is what helped me to see. 
Yet somehow I'm still surprised. 
Instead of accepting what I already had, 
For so long I wanted what couldn't be. 
It wasn't until it was already gone, 
That it suddenly became enough for me. 
Now the shadow is laughing at me, 
Because he knows he influenced my reaction.
It feeds his pride everyday, 
Knowing he could be a distraction.
On my knees everyday, I beg him to go away. 
Though he took everything else away from me, I'm praying my soul will stay. 
The shadow grows as I fade, 
Because failure is his drive. 
He must not be as dark as he seems, because somehow I still survive.