The Race with Time

I am running in the dark. 

Is there light at the end of the tunnel?

As Time blurs the notions of this run, I hold my heart in my hands as I gain stride and exert all my energy into this run. I am not running on purpose. Time has forced me to. 

I am trapped in a long cave, and I am not sure if that is light at the end of the tunnel, or just a car or a train…. or even a fallen star looking to get back up into oblivion. 

I stop running, panting and holding my bleeding heart. At this moment, Time freezes for me. I want so badly to look at the stars, but I am a trapped animal in a cage of Time, Time that will not cease until I have ceased myself. I want so badly for you to be here with me, to put your arm around me and envelop me so that I forget the angels and demons of Time. 

Past. Present. Future. 

I wasn’t always in this cave, but I don’t remember ever not being here, and I am a scared little girl. I sink to the ground as the tears of a child stream down my face. Around me is nothing but dirt, dust, and darkness. I am sobbing, but I try to regain control over my breathing once I rise to my feet. My head feels heavy on my shoulders, and it is cold, but I take a deep breath and continue to run. 

Time catches up to me as I continue to run. My heart is still in my hands as I strive to get to that light at the end of the tunnel. I am losing stride with Time now as it races ahead of me to the end of the cave and into the sun. I force my eyes to remain open, although I long to close them and rest, but I need to get out of here. Time is plunging ahead without a care in the world, and I am alone. 

The light is now flooding into the cave, and I do not know if I am closer or not, but I see it, the light is closer now. I smile in spite of myself as I look down briefly to see budding flowers where there was once only dust. I stop running and pluck the flower, only to realize that the light is the sun, and I see the blue sky, and exit the cave where Time was trapped. 

I look up at the star that is the sun and embrace the passage of Time as it is freed from the darkness and floods the world around me. 

By Amber Rizzi

I am a literature geek working toward my Bachelor's in English with a concentration in writing. I love to read, and I'm always itching to write, especially creatively. I started "The Writer's Library" about three years ago, previously working with a Blogger platform before moving over to Wordpress. While I mainly post reviews of books, occasionally I will go ahead and review works in other media forms as well, such as music and certain television shows. No matter what I'm doing on here, I love to share with anyone who is willing to listen, and I'm excited to finally be on Wordpress!