THROUGH THE TUNNEL

Walking through the tunnel, I keep wondering,

Will I ever see the light?

Will I ever meet someone who could rescue me?

Will I ever reach the other end?

Sometimes I am hopeful, sometimes hollow.

I fear the dark , I long for the light.

How did I come to this place?

Who led me here?

I never wished for such a painful adventure.

After years of wandering in shadow,

all I desire is light and air that doesn’t ache.

The pain-filled air press hard against my chest.

Oh, how I wish to be free !!

At times, I fear stepping into unseen pits.

If I were to fall who would lift me out?

My thoughts are many,

my words, so few.

What if I never reach the other end?

What if no rescuer finds me?

What if I never see the light?

I have no answers.

Yet, with faint hope and trembling strength,

I keep walking.

Why?

I fall silent.