The Race
I run all night
every night
to keep myself safe—
safely in the dark.
The sun burns,
they say,
and I’m afraid—
afraid they’re right
afraid I’ll go blind
afraid I’ll turn to ash
and afraid they’re wrong
afraid I’ll get used to the light
afraid I’ll love the light.
And then
instead of running
from the sun I believe will hurt
I’ll run from the night I know
to keep up with the light
that I can’t leave—
that won’t let me go.
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