The TunnelA Poem by Taylor R.For any whom may feel as if they are stuck walking through a dark, never-ending tunnel.The Tunnel Do you ever feel like you’re walking through a tunnel? When answering this question and applying it to myself, this
is what I respond: I live every day of my life as if I’m walking though a
tunnel. A tunnel is what most think of as an
artificial underground passage, especially one built through a hill or under a
building, road, or river. Or even a pass
through a potential barrier. But to me, this
barrier and the road that leads through it just keeps getting longer. This tunnel of life that
I am walking through just progresses into further darkness, and I am getting
lost. I’m going forward,
but only to find myself struggling to get out of this tunnel. What is the way out? What can I do to get
out of this tunnel besides keep going forward to escape? Everyone says to go forward,
but what if it’s better to go backwards, back to the way I once came? I am stunted in my
own path, with cold footsteps. There is nothing but
shortened curved walls within this dark tunnel I am in. For all I know, the
end of the tunnel may be near, the end that contains the light of the outside
world. But what if all it
is, is more darkness? A dead of night at the end? Then I will be
repeating this cycle that I am in, walking into further darkness within this
tunnel. This tunnel may not ever
end, and if it doesn’t, its up to fate for whatever happens next. Either I die of
physical starvation and dehydration, Or I die of mental
exhaustion and the darkness drags me deeper, down to where I cannot progress
any further. I only have two
options: To continue to live
in this tunnel in which most call life, and keep walking.
Or to simply let the
darkness get me, and have a chance of being released into another light at the
end of the tunnel. © 2016 Taylor R.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorTaylor R.Detroit, MIAboutIm a college student writing for myself, but also for any readers who come across my written thoughts. more..Writing
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