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 shackles that burdened you, 

long before you read this poem. 

I created this poem for you. 

Let it be the medium to your inner strength, 

to show you that even this poem will soon end. 

When the lyrics fade out slowly you still hear music in its stead, 

feel the words you cursed aloud slowly turn to dust, 

with the beating in your chest remind you what it all cost, 

and what matters the most. 

I made this poem for you, 

so you can never be alone, 

that when the music starts to fade then maybe, 

maybe then all the shame will be gone. 

✅02/06/26