The Tunnel
I step through the space
feel the void
feel the air
I stretch my hand out
feel the damp
feel the life
I'm walking through the tunnel,
the long, dark tunnel
The dark turns to light
feel the warmth
feel the rush
Growing wider, the tunnel flies past
feel the fear
feel the tears
I'm racing through the tunnel,
the long, dark tunnel
The tunnel becomes tight
feel the weight
feel the edge
Squeezing through, I'm suffocating
feel the loss
feel the restraint
I'm trapped in the tunnel,
the long, dark tunnel
The tunnel becomes vast
feel the terror
feel what's gone
No more boundaries, I'm unsure
feel the responsibility
feel the exposure
I'm frozen, undecided, in the tunnel,
the long, dark tunnel
I see the end, a light
feel the relief
feel the sighs
I hear a voice, calling to me
feel the cessation
feel the joy
I'm skipping through the tunnel,
the opening of the long, dark tunnel
I've reached the end
feeling confident
feeling decisive
I've survived the tunnel
feeling proud
feeling happy
I'm walking away from the tunnel,
looking back at the long, dark tunnel
and I see another pass through
passing through the long, dark tunnel
beginning the journey
wondering if it would ever end
And me?
I left the tunnel
that long, dark and treacherous tunnel
Completing the journey...
And leaving in the brilliance of triumph...
Copyright © Aimee Mazzone | Year Posted 2009
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