#WritcoPoemPrompt23

At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...

I have traveled through this tunnel all of my life.

I Saw the Light, but very dimly.

It was a soft glow at the end of an eternal underpass.

Thinking this highway would never end I longed to perish.

The Closer I Get to the Light at the end of the tunnel I want to Live.

The underpass is a road to Life.

The Light itself is Life.



© China Clark