Sombra.
A poem written thanks to Jungian Shadow Work
Hey amigos.
I hope you’re doing well.
I apologize for being the most inconsistent newsletter in America. After writing Death of the Lazy Bastard, I’ve been working on a revision or two while journaling and slaving away in the gym (weight loss is no joke).
Today, I wanted to share a short poem I wrote after becoming tired of the chaos in the world, and because I was reading about Jungian Shadow work last night.
I wrote this poem pissed off and sober.
I’ve also recorded a voice-over of the poem.
I hope you enjoy and feel free to share this with others!
Sombra (Shadow)
Sombra. We see you.
You annoy us.
You remind us that we are lost.
That we are depraved and envious creatures.
We see others enjoy shiny things, changing lives, strolling out of their amazing homes to their amazing careers, and you immediately know where to stab us— in the stomach or chest.
You’re a bastard.
Sombra. We feel you.
Yes, we have the urge to try harder.
We don’t want to fail.
Yes, we want to spend like them.
We want to love life like them.
We want it all.
Sombra. We hate you.
You are right: we are imperfect.
Impure.
Impulsive.
Idiotic.
You taunt us to embrace these flaws, to strip the stupid mask.
"We’d be freer", you say, but we’ll fight you.
Anxiety, anger, and depression come to your aid. You should have won, but we are stubborn creatures. You’ll make us suffer for it.
Sombra. We give up.
Your cuts are too deep to ignore
We crave freedom.
We oppose fear.
We despise guilt and shame.
We want “fuck you” funds.
We want to destroy everything that harms the inner child.
Sombra. Help us.
Help us kill the fear.
Help us embrace opulence.
Greed.
Confidence.
Contempt for laziness.
Fulfillment.
Sombra. Forgive us.
We’ll rip the mask.
Be safe this weekend.
Next week is Independence Day.
I might have something special ready to go then, so be on the lookout for that in your emails.
It might be a crisp high five or a picture of my dog in a bikini.
Who knows?
Take care.
— Crush