I cannot run. I will not run. If the end of world arrives,
I’ll be waiting – sheltering in place.
My daughter cannot run, and I will not leave her.
I will not abandon her. I’ll hold her hand and comfort her,
As long as I am able. My fate must wait with hers.
Empathy keeps me grounded. Self-preservation will be
Sacrificed if needed. If I let go of caring, the machine has won.
I can be a winner in death. Winning and failing are abstract words.
They can have opposing definitions depending on one’s perspective.