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
Beautiful words
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”