There’s a light at the end of the tunnel,

Fading…flickering…teasing…

Arms outstretched, as far as they go.

Body leaning forward, uncomfortably so.

Contorted in sweaty browed conviction,

My soul aching for the sweet relief of clarity.

Onwards…onwards…

And yet there it remains, just out of reach.

It bekons me forward, forward

It needn’t, I have no where else to go. The gulf of darkness behind me holds no allure.

So on I stretch, determination my only companion, and the light at the end of the tunnel, my only salvation.

Posted by:thewritersboat

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