Into the Light

Some  say there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.
The light could be a train, or a new and better day;
It is the symbolic sign of hope or abandonment of it.
Most think that in that light exists a new beginning,
Because even if that light is a train,
Death awaits and with it the termination of pain.
With that predisposition we continue on and on,
And we hope, and we hope…
And the bad days pass and the good days come.
And we think all is fine.
The cycle continues, just like the weeks
The months the years the seasons…
We arrive at the culmination of our ordinary human life,
And we see our accomplishments or the lack thereof.
One last time, we see the tunnel filled with memories
We hope we could keep forever,
Or others we wish were nonexistent.
And at the end, we see the light we saw in our times of need.
And we look for a god,
Or we embrace the beauty of our last rays of light.
And we hope, and we wish that whatever that light may be,
It can bring us eternal peace.

B. Meza © 11/21/2014


About B. Meza

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