The End of The Tunnel

Accept, that is all. Just accept it, be you, be flawed, it's all okay.

Through the dark tunnel 

I see no light 

Through the dark tunnel 

I have no sight 

Walking by 

There is no dead end

Walking by 

I have no friends 

It’s just me 

I can play pretend 

It’s just me 

There is no end 

Through the dark tunnel 

I see a light 

Through the dark tunnel 

It feels out of sight 

Sprinting to 

The light gets farther 

Sprinting to

Why even bother

It’s just me 

My thoughts just wonder 

It’s just me 

Will I ever get out, I ponder

Through the dark tunnel 

I accept it’s the end

Through the dark tunnel 

I can’t just pretend 

I’ve made all amends 

This is the end 

I will no longer pretend 

This is me, I am a friend 

I accept I am my biggest enemy 

I accept I have no friend in me 

Through this dark tunnel 

I gain sight 

Through this dark tunnel 

I gain more might 

There is light at the end of this tunnel

I am the light with great might 

At the end 

I don’t have to pretend 

I just have to make amends 

Accept I am broken 

My heart can finally be spoken 

Through the dark tunnel 

There was always light 

I was walking blinded folded 

Forgot I had so much might 

I was walking blinding folded

That’s why nothing was in sight 

Through the dark tunnel

I found the light 

Through the dark tunnel 

I gained more might 

I will never leave myself, out of my sight

I am the power in my life 

I am the light at the end of the tunnel 

I was the solution to this struggle

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The first part of the poem is very somber, like the testimony of one passing through the valley of the shadow. Then awareness begins to make an appearance, and at the end, the speaker realizes the true identity of the sought for light. If only more people displayed such tenacity, the world would be a much happier place.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I like this poem. In our darkest moments sometimes we need to be our own light that guides us back to reality. Out of the dark places we have made for ourselves. Which in the end is a profound truth. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.