My hope is a candle flame
Holding me in its gentle voice
Just a glimmer of shining, yet oh so far away
I trudge through days feeling buried, never sure of the end
But ‘twas the light in the tunnel that kept me so sure of my pace
Ensuring that all I could do was wait and strive, on I must go
The hope carried me further than thoughts I had built
No longer just a flame, the light brought me the strength to defy
The heavy walls of doubt, much ampler than before
My dreams felt but a far flung distant dream
But the light was a visionary, a beacon of hope
The endless dark tunnel finally unlocked a path of peace and clarity
The destination was but my saving grace, glorious and reigning
The light had shone through, in answer to my despair
The darkness that I had been plunged in now just memories
The tunnel of darkness had never been the end
The light was eternal, keeping my heart alive
As I glimpsed the horizon, I knew the end was still in site
After all this time, the light at the end is still just the tunnel.
©ha-satan
J