But right now I am walking around in the dark.
Before moving on, I leave an obvious mark.
I can’t even see my own hands and feet,
The contrast is none too stark.
I am hoping of any type of illumination,
A lighter, a match, a spark.
I once heard a woman say, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel—
Just hope it’s not a train.
She experienced the darkness of cancer and chemo,
But during treatment, did not once complain.
Just as the sun always comes out
After the clearing of the rain,
It’s always a wonder how such stories of beauty
Can originate from a place of deep pain.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
I see it happen every day.
This does not mean that dark days will no longer exist,
Or all your troubles will go away.
But it is encouragement for you to hang on and stay in there
As the winds of life cause you to sway.
So, each time you hear this overused phrase,
Take it to heart and know, it’s going to be okay.