To Breathe

Black as pitch
My eyes strain to see.
My heart's hooves pound in my chest.
Racing, racing, unceasing pace
As my eyes cannot see.
I fear you most in the dead of night,
The blackness that surrounds.
And then, a sliver of warm yellow light
Sneaks beneath the door.
Enough to squeeze the reins.
To breathe once more,
To breathe.

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