The Debt That Light Cannot Outrun

by Al Konda

I didn’t write this poem because I wanted to.

I wrote it because something had already happened, and it would not loosen its grip.

Some encounters don’t feel like love at first. They feel like disruption. Like the ground shifting without warning. Like realizing that what once felt solid was only waiting to be tested.

This poem came from that recognition.

When love comes close — truly close — it doesn’t comfort the world. It exposes it. Things you trusted lose their authority. Mountains stand bare. Stars drift off their laws. Even time hesitates, unsure which rules still apply.

That isn’t romance.

It’s consequence.

I wanted to write about love that doesn’t bless and fade, doesn’t pretend we’re repaired, doesn’t pass through without residue. The kind of love that leaves a mark not because it is cruel, but because it is real.

There’s a line in the poem that mattered to me as I wrote it:

You move like mercy taught to use its bite.

I don’t believe mercy is always gentle. Sometimes it hurts precisely because it refuses to let us survive on illusions. It strips away comfort so that truth can take its place.

This poem isn’t about guilt.

It’s about debt.

Not the kind you pay off, but the kind you carry — the binding knowledge that something has claimed you, altered you, and cannot be undone by clarity or light or explanation.

After certain loves, you don’t walk repaired.

You walk more open.

Less protected.

More honest.

And once that happens, even the night remembers what you’ve done.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 24th: https://alkonda.com/2026/01/25/the-debt-that-light-cannot-outrun/

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