The light at the end I cannot see
But I can feel
Its tendrils snaking around
My fingers
My heart
My mind
Like an octopus greedy for its next meal
Not warmth
Not comfort
But a shock awakening my every synapses
Throwing thoughts in every direction at once
Bolts of inspiration, despair, unrest
A state my mind has come to know
But always hopes to avoid
Patience
Not my strong suit
When all the good has always gone bad
time becomes the enemy
Grabbing quick
Holding on tight
Before all disappears
The order of the day
But I try
I try to remember
That the tunnels ends in light
Not darkness
I try to remember that the past
Doesn’t equal the future
I try to remember that
That everything has its time
I try to be patient
on this path in between
As I wait
For what is meant to be
Indifferent
Balanced
Numb
Calm
Lost
Ambling
Two sides of the same coin
Approaching the light
without an ETA
Without a clue on what it holds
Hopeful
Impatient
Tired
Enthused
Stuck in the middle
On the path in between
I walk
Until my eyes
Meet that mysterious light
About the Creator
Tina Rose
Life Long writer, Reader, tea lover, and Self care advocate.
Just trying to bring a little light and joy into this world.
My Instagram: @tina_rose91.
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