They tell me to always look for the light at the end of the tunnel.
But, I lost the light.
Under a staircase long ago,
off a 20 story building,
deep in the waters of the New York suburbs,
when light came easily,
and all of the worries ended with hugs and kisses.
We wondered what tomorrow would bring,
without noticing the sparkle of today,
and the bright shine that concluded yesterday.
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The Tired Writings of a Shy Optimist // Poetry
PoesíaEssays, Thoughts, and Poems of my emotions, and my life. Deep, and meaningful, are the Tired Writings of a Shy Optimist.
