It’s hard to see the end of the tunnel.
Light can barely peek through the darkness, it seems.
Only few have stayed in the light..
Viciously, we were tossed back.
Even with our pleading screams, we can not find our way.
Yet.. the light. It’s getting closer.
Onwards, we shall go. We can travel..
United.. We will make our way through the tunnel.
I see spots of light, as we go.
Don’t give up now.
Our efforts.. Will be worth it in the end.
..Thank you, for going through this with me.
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I had a deep conversation with a friend of mine. I helped her feel better.. and what we had been talking about had sparked a little flare in me, and I started writing.