#WritcoPoemPrompt23
At the end of the tunnel,
There's always a light,
Sometimes soft, at times bright...

I don't want to be a prey,
believing in a ray.
I had rather stay,
in the unknown way.

I see me,
My shadow,
my disfigured past.
It shows me a hope,
of a resurrection,
from the darkness inside.

I am reluctant....