End of the Tunnel?

I sit surrounded by darkness

Everywhere I look.

I try to see the way out

I try to see the light.

The end of the tunnel is there.

I know, I just can’t see.

Wait………

Yes, I see a glimpse

It’s getting nearer and nearer

I seem to be approaching

Not by my own strength

As if…. I’m being carried.

I look down and see

Friends, family, those I love

And those who care

Carrying me, taking the weight

All the time I thought I was alone

I only I’d looked earlier

I’d have seen the light at the end

And those willing to help.

16^th May 1996, North Acton, London, England.