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By Kay L. Rice


I refuse to fail and to fall.
I will answer my heart’s call.
Call it a curse, call it a gift.
But I fade as the sun and moon shifts.

I fight every day, the monster inside.
The sun is rest and causes it to hide.
Sleep while I can before my heart beats.
Rest before the forest floor finds my feet.

Will you run from me if you saw the real me?
Will you lock your doors and hope I don’t see?
When the morning comes alive, I will find rest.
After all, the night is only, yet one more test.

Call it a gift, call it a curse,
Yet being normal might only be worse.
Let me run with the wild and hunt alone,
Let me stay alive while the moon grows.

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