My sister is working on a PhD in Audiology while raising 5 lovely children and working full time. I sometimes ask her if the light at the end of the tunnel is getting any closer. I wrote this for her. (This also goes out to Clint and Oswaldo and anyone else working through something major.) I even made a really cool giant journal page about this poem because coloring always makes me feel happy, and it didn’t feel redundant at all! :o)
The Light at the End
I am in a tunnel of my own making
all the scenery has disappeared and the road
is only forward or backwards
The walls curve unfeelingly around me
pointing me toward a single point in time
that seems as distant as the light of a star
In reality, tunnelling makes the most direct route
through obstacles, is an unparalleled feat of engineering
And protects from avalanches in the bargain
So, let this tunnel take me through
the crazy days when I wonder if
I’ll be able to breathe a little longer.
The rocks may fall all around me,
but my in my focus and effort
I am moving forward.
The light will burst upon me
suddenly and in stark contrast
to the curving walls of obligation
and I will know that in spite of the brief darkness
I reached freedom faster.
My Red Door Days 