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The Lights Along the Tunnel
By J.C. Solis
There is a boy that’s alone in this world
In a dark place where his life has unfurled
An abyss of nothing, no chance of sight
A place so sullen, devoid of all light
There is a boy who cries into the dark
A boy who carries on life grown so stark
A light bulb above him, tears are now shed
Surrounded by dark, of living and dead
The light bulb now flickers, he must move on
To find a new light before grace is now gone
Along the tunnel, a new light still glows
Along this tunnel, the darkness still grows
The light bulb is snuffed, his cries now get worse
The life of the child now becomes a curse
The path is ahead, to the next light he goes
Yet how to get there, nobody does know
The dark ravine, he must cross through life’s pain
A feeling, through turmoil, that never wains
The life in the dark that tries to snuff hope
The life that all humans must come to cope
The Life he must live, it hurts and is coarse
Yet he must move on, as dictates his force
A force inside that refuses to die
A force that will stop his sorrowful cries
He walks through the dark, the light is still seen
And from it he hopes that he can still wean
He touches the light, he will now collapse
His joy is now found before next relapse
The tunnel is dark, but the light is fine
A grace from above, perhaps so divine
A hope that the future is not so bleak
A hope to keep moving to what he seeks
This is the joy that Life sometimes will give
What allows One to continue to live
This light in the dark, where it shines so sweet
A force to keep from admitting defeat
The light bulb flickers, the joy will soon go
The boy is now a man, and will still grow
But the tunnel still beckons, reach the next light
The final light shines at the end so bright
The tunnel will end, one day at a time
Maybe in death, maybe so sublime
The light bulbs will flicker, this is all fate
To reach the outside before it’s too late
This is The Tunnel where Lights will still shine
The lives of all men, both hurtful and fine
We walk through this tunnel, the light still calls
That we reach the end before we soon fall…
October
My home is where his heart is
Journey Of Dreams
A poem about the life lesson that we all know, of how a tunnel can feel like the ordeal we have to go through in life, with every lightbulb we come across being that graceful hope before we move onto the next light.
This is meant to be an inversion on the belief of the "Light at the End of the Tunnel". Instead of a gleaming light at the end, there are instead multiple lights one must travel darkness to reach - a representation of how life often feels.
That is just how life is... one light at a time.
I hope you'll all enjoy my poem.
The Lights Along the Tunnel
By J.C. Solis
A friend of mine was diagnosed with cancer when she was 17. The doctor told her she would travel through a long dark tunnel with a light at the end. Unfortunately, she died soon after. Perhaps we were her lights along the way. I think about that sometimes.