When the night comes
Time has stopped
The air gets thicker
My vision fogs

If I try to fight it
No, I will not try to fight it
That is one battle I cannot win
Better to not even start

So, if you my dear friend
Who walks among the light
See the sun going down
Run like the wind and chase the sun

Originally published in KidSpirit Online for the Numbers & Symbols issue.

When she wrote this poem, Maya Mesh was 12 years old. Maya lives in New York City. She loves reading and wants to be a changemaker in the world, as well as a social entrepreneur. She wants to create a program to help educate children with Autism in Ecuador.

Artwork by Eleanor Bennett, created when she was 16 years old. She is from Manchester, UK.