End of the Tunnel

A luminous light drew me

in. It illuminated a path

I yearned to take. Without its

guidance, I would be lost.

The tunnel’s suffocating silence

only made the voices in my head

that much louder. I have almost

become numb to the pain.

Despite my diminishing senses,

I could still feel raging rivers

of blood relentlessly course

through my veins and keep

my broken heart beating.

I could feel my lungs fill up

with the last breath you took:

the air that gave you life.

I could feel my eyes well up

thinking about all the tears

you have shed and the weight

you were forced to carry.

I’ll never understand why

I stepped into the all-devouring

darkness where shapeless

manifestations of malevolent

monsters lurk in the deep

depths of my subconscious.

Before I started my journey,

I couldn’t avoid the unfamiliar

voice that hypnotized me

and altered my thinking.

The voice of reason I’ve come

to trust was as good as gone.

Leaving all I have known

did not take much convincing.

Achieving the feeling of reaching

the end of the tunnel –

making it to the other side –

seemed so appealing. Curiosity

got the best of me. I have learned

that enlightenment only

happens with great sacrifice.

In the beginning, walking into

the void seemed impossible,

but it was the fear of regret

that pushed me forward.

I would like to think that

I never had a choice. Regardless

of how hard I tried to stay,

I was destined to go toward

the light that has blinded

so many. There is something

magical about the unknown.

As I face the darkness, the light

at the end of the tunnel

reassures me that, with every

step, I will be that much closer

to a better tomorrow. The sorrow

of tonight will soon fade away.

I will move past the pain;

yesterday’s struggles will

become forgotten memories.

As long as I follow the light,

the future will always be bright.