And It's the light at the end of the tunnel,
The light brightens,
Begging me to come closer,
Whispering,
"You're almost there,"
I climb closer,
Wary that I'm being tricked,
But I don't want to miss my chance,
I'm nearly there.
"Just a little bit longer,"
I whisper to the darkness,
Clutching my legs,
Head on my knees,
The tears halting,
The taste of salt lingering,
Just above my lip,
Hope,
A distant beacon,
I grin,
"You're almost there."
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Poetry• For those with invisible wounds • For those with rushed childhoods • For those with forgotten memories • For the trauma • For those that dream • For those that lost someone important • For the selfless • For those with plastered smiles • for t...
