The end is near
The light is at the end of the tunnel and it wreaks of
normality that I am unsure I am ready to experience again.
Looking to the back of the tunnel behind me
I am reminded of how I have grown, how the world has grown.
The light at the end is distasteful
It makes all that has happened for nothing
Have we learned nothing?
Have we not learned that up is an option?
Have we not seen the light above us this whole time?
As I stand here holding the door for people coming and going, I realize that we didn't suffer.
Some of us didn't make it, and for them we'll mourn, but we will move on.
And we will flourish.
