Light at the end of the tunnel
Light at the end of the tunnel I wrote this poem, so that you can never be alone. I wrote you this poem so that the pain lingering never burns, that what is isn’t just this, that the hurt will soon be a passing phase, like the moon torn down crescents slowly to its final stage, born anew in full bloom , a new moon the basis for all these words. I bring this poem to you to turn somber melodies into soothing tunes. To make you my muse, turn your fears into memories not over bearing ghosts. To be your host in this one moment be the voice that soothes you into inner warmth. To be heard, to listen to, to make you the protagonist this self forgiving song. I mean you the hero who’s moved mountains before. I mean you the antagonist that let loose and let your inner demons grow, and take root deep inside, feel it breed a vicious fruit. I see you do it again, wage a victorious war in spite, of the shac...
