So many dark days, not even sure the number.
Just that light at the end of the tunnel, drawing me.
Weak times, I sit down....
I lean against the tunnel's edge.
Other times I snap back up and run, forward, onward.
Sometimes it smells moldy in here.  

Suddenly, the end is right in front of me.  
I almost slip and fall out without even stopping to notice.
I stop, look back... smile.
Looking into the light, tears.

The sun has come out to play again, and so have I.