Journey
I’m searching through
these fogged goggles
one’s that seem as though they
have no hope to adjust
and through them I see a long tunnel
the tunnel looks almost endless
it goes on and on and on
but just at the end I see a speck of light
just a dot like a motionless firefly
I feel as though I could reach out and grab it
but at my attempt I only grasped air
so I begin to walk in bare feet I walk
I keep going and going until my feet
become blistard and bloody
from the sharp pebbles that lay on the path
and still the tunnel seems endless
the speck is still a speck and the walls
all look the same except now it seems
they are growing smaller, are they closing in
or is my mind playing tricks on me?
I keep on going and going until my feet feel
raw and I am at a crouch and soon a crawl
there seems little room to breath now and the
light still looks the same size
now I crawl and I crawl my knee’s are bruised
and my hands are lodged with pebbles
soon the walls become so tight I can’t go on
I breath slow trying to conserve what air I had
I can feel it now the light has to be right there
I reach out weakly for the speck I so longed for
but my fingers only grasp air.
-Samantha Poe
