Hour Twenty-four: Hoped For

Is that bright light bursting through the dark forest

The light I prayed for to lead me out of my morass

Or

Is it the light at the end of a dark tunnel,

The proverbial train rushing to end my suffering forever

 

Are its beams burning down the darkness

Leaving me trapped inside to be consumed by

Smoke and flames

Or

Are they a stairway to the light source

A way out and a way to enter

Paradise

 

Do I get to choose or have I

Been chosen

2 thoughts on “Hour Twenty-four: Hoped For

  1. This is so great. I love the tension throughout the poem, particularly at the end.

    This line particularly took me out of myself “Is it the light at the end of a dark tunnel,

    The proverbial train rushing to end my suffering forever”

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