At The End Of The Tunnel

There's a light at the end of the tunnel.

In trivial times, the world seems dark; take one false step and you'll get lost. I often feel lost. I often get lost.

But I still walk towards the light.

It's a reminder that I'm still breathing.

I journey through the unknown realms of my own reality. I understand the light.

It's always been there.

I've always been here too, for as long as I can remember.

The light is familiar. Each step I take towards it, I am reminded of why I've started my journey. I wanted to follow the rules. Grow up. Chase dreams like stars in the sky.

I always go back to the light at the end of the tunnel. It comforts me when I need it most.

I first found the light as a spark.

It sat on the keys of a typewriter, unmoving and waiting for a simple push. I was curious. I met the light. I placed my hands on the keys and began to write about the thoughts inside my mind.

Only then, did the light grow brighter.

I found it again the next year, floating by the strings of a harp. I greeted it like an old friend, memorizing the feeling of joy I felt when I saw it. I placed my hands on the strings and played it a song.

The spark grew once more.

The next time I found the light, it was the size of my heart. It shone so bright, I could barely contain my excitement. It sat on the stage of a theatre, waiting to hear me sing.

I sang my heart out for the light.

It grew again.

And again.

And again.

So much so, that it set everything ablaze, and covered me in warmth as I stood there. Smiling. Breathing. Writing my stories, playing my songs, and singing my melodies.

The light taught me how to live.

Whenever I grow weary, I return to the light. It waits for me at the end of the tunnel.

The light is a place I can be myself.

The light is a place where I can love.

The light is everything that makes me who I am, and I am grateful to the light for always being by my side.

Once again, I make it out of the dark tunnel. I feel the warmth again, like sunlight on my skin.

I hold my hand out to the light.

I am home.