The light at the end of the tunnel is actually a sense of worth, of value, of relevance... a sense of purpose and place.
The loss of these took me here.
It is not a light that those in the tunnel control... seemingly forever beyond my reach and unable to believe in value, place or worth.
It was never the aim to switch the light off. It was the hand and judgement of others that threw the switch to off. It is why the light and the switch are on the outside of the tunnel and not in the darkness where I am.
If you give no worth...
If you give no value...
If you give no relevance...
If you give no purpose...
Then there can be no place where the light can shine.

I am a canadian woman
Hoping to be an ME
I am a canadian woman
Wanting to help the world
Through my art
I am saving for a drone
Maybe a new hobbie
Will get me some where.

You must think love is blinding
Something of the sort
Repelling my attraction
My eyes do not work?
My dear you're wondrous
No mistake here has been made
You're simply gorgeous

Eyes were bright and strong,
a fire.
But those words,
they turn the sharpest wit a flicker.

You ever see much esteem in the world?
Here, at the height of the ornamented, luxurious actress,
representing the varied arts of impersonation.
Here, attention before the other side of the story.

Follow the symbolic whiskey whisper.
Gently evade the central thought of the world,
so
tragically human.

Coloured women
Ethnic women
Asian women....

There is no
Better source
Of universal beauty
Than these
Goddesses.