Running From Change (Pre-Dawn) Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

the sky overhead still looked black
dusted with bright stars.
Air seemed clean and fresh
breezes full of crispness from the snow
helped form fountains in sprays beneath my feet.

Here I could forget old friends
and new worries
I could forget obligations
and promises.
You were welded inside my skull, however
an iron puzzle
that would not yield
no matter how I twisted.

One of the sharply slanting bars
of light fell, illuminating me.
Sunrise...
when darkness changed to light,
but the light hadn't yet taken hold.

I have difficulty controlling emotions
in this time of change.
They fight me,
dancing in circles
wanting to run in any direction
so long as it was away.