At the end of the tunnel, there's always a light,
sometimes soft, at times bright.The light carries me in its ever ending embrace appealing to my souls grace. Comforting every fiber of my body it takes me to the world above. Where I disembark and I am set free to roam and seize all my earthly dreams. In the end the tunnel returns and the soft bright light reaches out for me again feeling my soul with never ending peace.
© poetryinanutshell