Poem ~ The light at the end of the tunnel
at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes
the tunnel spills us out into shadow,
the light still a distant destination.
But isn't light often more of
a perception, what we choose to see,
where we choose to stand?
Perhaps that is why some days
I am running through darkness,
and others running through joy.
I imagine the man crunching gears into reverse, side-swiping the bramble hedge then raising a wave of gravel as he hurtles back into so...
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