"I can finally See
The LIGHT
at the end of the Tunnel!"
Then hands big as the Sky,
Hands around my face,
Firmly but ever so gently,
Gently, A voice said
"Ahhh no my dear,
Can you not see?
That you ARE THE LIGHT
in the Tunnel."
"Well I suppose if I were,
It would not be possible
to see my own LIGHT,
but only what it may illuminate.
I suppose I would not be able
to see myself,
Only that which lies ahead"
Kissing my forehead,
The voice smiled,
and proposed an idea.
"How about this,
I will hold up a mirror
for you, my darling."
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Comments2
I loved this poem!
thank you!
what a sweet and soothing tone
thanks for sharing
thanks for the compliment!
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