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At the end of the tunnel

by Angela Thomas

There always is a light at the end
of the tunnel. Even though you are scared,
you keep walking in, through, and
eventually out. Your feet land on
unfamiliar ground with rocks that
seem to attack and all the things,
had they been in the light, would not
frighten you so. Yet, there is always
a light at the end of the tunnel.

01/27/2004

Author's Note: This poem came out of the idea to write a poem that describes a still picture, in my case, a painting at a restaurant, with motion and emotion.

Posted on 01/27/2004
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