Light at the End of My Tunnel

By Jillian Ann Cameron

 

There is a light, down my end of my tunnel,

At the end of my road, at the end of my struggle,

At the end of my torment, end of my despair,

The start of my life, the start of my repair…

 

That tunnel, so dark, I could not see

Where I was going, where I should be,

But there You were, so suddenly,

You picked me up, You restored me.

 

That road, so crooked, so many turns,

So many crevices, so many lessons to learn,

But, out of nowhere, the road smoothened,

I wanted to know why; it became translucent.

 

That torment, that despair, that endless war,

Was suddenly so much easier to fight than before,

I looked to my left; then I looked to my right,

There You were standing, the beautiful Light.

 

There was a light, at the end of my tunnel,

A termination of what seemed an endless struggle,

Now I have faith, I can suddenly stand,

And my grip will only tighten around Your hand.

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