it is not so much being in the dark that hurts
it is that I was once in the light,
and how I basked and reveled in it;
I thought I’d stay forever
(and before the light)
I had been born into darkness and knowing nothing else
I had been content.
now I know there’s something better out there
if I turn quickly enough I can see it out of the corner of my eye
it’s not so much the darkness that hurts,
but more the absence of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem