the tunnel

some days
are a tunnel.
a long mysterious
and silent tunnel.
we go slow, touching
the walls
in the darkness,
lifting our feet slowly.
listening
to what's up ahead.
but the flicker
of light, that small
glimmer
far down the road
is everything.
as in every tunnel
you've gone through
in life.
in the end,
you will be where
you should be.
it will be alright.