Tunnel provision

Where is the spark, when it all seems so dark?

Tunnel provision

Eternity may feel too far,
Like grasping for a distant star.
A transformation is afoot;
Our heartfelt ways have gone kaput.

But still, a quiet hope is found.
It trickles in without a sound.
For just a moment, comes a glance
Of something more than happenstance.

As tunnels dark do often run
To open doorways to the sun,
We stumble forward at a crawl
And reach for reason, though we fall.

A stream of smoke twirls overhead;
It trails a bright light oft misread.
Oh, dare we hope it’s not too late
To find what we anticipate?
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Describe a moment or a place in time when your own heart was blown wide open. (31)
Meme Express: “quiet”
OctPoWriMo: “eternity,” “light at the end of the tunnel,” “open door,” “bright light,” and “heartfelt” (31)


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