#lightattheendofthetunnel

I’m itchin for a tender to serve me up a brew with a couple wiley pals it’ll surely be a few! We’ll hoist a couple pinters gobble up some wings break the quips and banter with a lyric that’ll sting! fin

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Jan 21, 2021

Jan 21, 2021 at 9:32 PM UTC

ck-baker

Shelter in place (blues)

I’m itchin for a tender to serve me up a brew with a couple wiley pals it’ll surely be a few! We’ll hoist a couple pinters gobble up some wings break the quips and banter with a lyric that’ll sting! fin

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I've always found comfort in your darkness. The cold, heavy shroud you invisibly drape around me in times of weakness and despair. It feeds on the emptiness that surrounds my heart and soul with more and more emptiness. Nobody can understand the comfort I get from this seemingly unending sorrow. But alas - it is only temporary comfort. Once I let go of these dark shrouds, I will finally see the promise of a better tomorrow; but most importantly - a better me.

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Sep 11, 2020

Sep 11, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC

abds

Setting Free

I've always found comfort in your darkness. The cold, heavy shroud you invisibly drape around me in times of weakness and despair. It feeds on the emptiness that surrounds my heart and soul with more and more emptiness. Nobody can understand the comfort I get from this seemingly unending sorrow. But alas - it is only temporary comfort. Once I let go of these dark shrouds, I will finally see the promise of a better tomorrow; but most importantly - a better me.

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Epiphany _____________ Years.. I've spent on the people that I loved once, putting them first before my own self.. Self... WOW... Mistakes were made, it was too late.. when i realised, but I still Recognised... Through the foggy days and thunderous nights, Time doesn't change nor does it change you, only you, your self, your own consciousness and self awareness is what allows you to adapt and change by self by observing the true reality, only through the eyes of your own, When I think, am surrounded by the thoughts of possibilities which are pushed aside, not focused on and neglected like life... Make me wonder times I spent in the past, years go by and I look and still ask my self who am I? A purpose we all live for to survive , some do well so don't.. But it all depends on how we approach opportunities in life, its how we do it it's how we survive... To be Continued... Final moments of Life = 10/07/2025 - 18:52 _______________________________________ The Final Curtain / Lights of Life Walk away they said, nothing can be done again they said, Giving up wasnt an option, hold on tight and realise they said as this RollerCoaster will not stop untill the light at the end of the tunnel shine bright and takes us to the peacful side.

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Nov 7, 2018

Nov 7, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC

Peejay

Epiphany

Epiphany _____________ Years.. I've spent on the people that I loved once, putting them first before my own self.. Self... WOW... Mistakes were made, it was too late.. when i realised, but I still Recognised... Through the foggy days and thunderous nights, Time doesn't change nor does it change you, only you, your self, your own consciousness and self awareness is what allows you to adapt and change by self by observing the true reality, only through the eyes of your own, When I think, am surrounded by the thoughts of possibilities which are pushed aside, not focused on and neglected like life... Make me wonder times I spent in the past, years go by and I look and still ask my self who am I? A purpose we all live for to survive , some do well so don't.. But it all depends on how we approach opportunities in life, its how we do it it's how we survive... To be Continued... Final moments of Life = 10/07/2025 - 18:52 _______________________________________ The Final Curtain / Lights of Life Walk away they said, nothing can be done again they said, Giving up wasnt an option, hold on tight and realise they said as this RollerCoaster will not stop untill the light at the end of the tunnel shine bright and takes us to the peacful side.

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The sun will rise each morning In this I have no doubt My fear is not that the dawn won't come, only that when it does, I won't be watching & that's a miracle I can't afford to be left without. This fear is what drives me each morning To move, to smile, to ask: If my feet don't hit the floor and start running towards that miracle, do I even deserve the sunrise, or should I just turn my back? The darkness begs to linger each morning I used to think it demanded But that makes it sound like I don't have the power, that the emotions run my show and I can't decide to end their dances. And that's not true, I'm reminded each morning I have the ability to choose So now when I wake up feeling heavy I'm not as distraught as before since the belief that I am weak is my old story and I won't let it define me - I refuse.

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Mar 27, 2018

Mar 27, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC

foxfriend

New Story

The sun will rise each morning In this I have no doubt My fear is not that the dawn won't come, only that when it does, I won't be watching & that's a miracle I can't afford to be left without. This fear is what drives me each morning To move, to smile, to ask: If my feet don't hit the floor and start running towards that miracle, do I even deserve the sunrise, or should I just turn my back? The darkness begs to linger each morning I used to think it demanded But that makes it sound like I don't have the power, that the emotions run my show and I can't decide to end their dances. And that's not true, I'm reminded each morning I have the ability to choose So now when I wake up feeling heavy I'm not as distraught as before since the belief that I am weak is my old story and I won't let it define me - I refuse.

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Entering the grey Guided only by confusion A sense of growing stronger As the distant light flickers Maybe brighter than before A tale of experience A guide of truth now present Arrival of the confidence As the distant light flickers Now surer than before An intention misunderstood A new found truth of feeling Appearance of the passion As the distant light flickers Different from before.

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Oct 30, 2015

Oct 30, 2015 at 7:55 PM UTC

potter

A good day.

Entering the grey Guided only by confusion A sense of growing stronger As the distant light flickers Maybe brighter than before A tale of experience A guide of truth now present Arrival of the confidence As the distant light flickers Now surer than before An intention misunderstood A new found truth of feeling Appearance of the passion As the distant light flickers Different from before.

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I remember being chained to the floor My mouth stitched shut by threads of doubt Not knowing if I'd been locked away in an abyss Or if my eyes had been seared blind by all the pain I chose to see All breaths were heaving burdens And I could feel my heartbeat slowing but did not have the will to use it to trace the passing time What could I do? Was there a word, a spell to unlock the hold placed upon me If I could only clear away all the trauma and tragedy But nothing, I could find nothing I remember crying to the sound of voices telling me I would end and waste away here They laughed as they told me I was meant to die Screaming I tugged viciously at my shackles Nothing, I could feel nothing But then my moment came Something gave way the chain had certainly loosened That night or day or moment void of time I bit down hard on my own flesh as I begged my body to fight for me Despite the blood trickling off my fingertips Hours, no it could have been days I wouldn't have known the difference between seconds and weeks But through curses and agony I split my chains And I tore open flesh and stitches to let my cry of victory echo I remember laying my fingers over every crevice of that chamber Still blind to anything that lie beyond my cell of self inflicted torture Surely there was a way to escape I scanned over the room until I could find the walls without reaching out I found myself stranded and the voices came back to mock my feeble attempts at freedom And I cried and cried and cried I remember growing a fire in my heart with the burn of determination to survive Begging it to quicken and bless me with the will to fight And that is when I began to climb Oh how many times I fell and cursed my foolish hope Only to convice myself to scale the wall once more Sweat raining off my back At last I caught a whiff of something alive and fresh And titled my head up Proceeding to choke on my own breath How long had it been since I'd witnessed the glory of light And with layers of skin stripped from my fingertips I clawed my way up to flat land for my final battleNow I'm looking down on the endless pit I jumped into And here is what I will remember As I breath air both crisp and smooth Savoring flowers unique scent and tastes I will remember that the only reason I now take every advantage of our golden sun By absorbing all and every ray of light Is because of every ounce of effort and energy I poured into gaining back my open skied world Every drop of blood Every anger soaked tear Every fear filled drip of sweat Made my journey a success There was no miracle, no spell Just a straight uphill battle matched only by my own will to thrive And so there is no forgetting That this was more than worth it C.N. / Words written in the sky that is my mind

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC

GoldenWingedTwilightEyed

A Lesson on Never Giving Up

I remember being chained to the floor My mouth stitched shut by threads of doubt Not knowing if I'd been locked away in an abyss Or if my eyes had been seared blind by all the pain I chose to see All breaths were heaving burdens And I could feel my heartbeat slowing but did not have the will to use it to trace the passing time What could I do? Was there a word, a spell to unlock the hold placed upon me If I could only clear away all the trauma and tragedy But nothing, I could find nothing I remember crying to the sound of voices telling me I would end and waste away here They laughed as they told me I was meant to die Screaming I tugged viciously at my shackles Nothing, I could feel nothing But then my moment came Something gave way the chain had certainly loosened That night or day or moment void of time I bit down hard on my own flesh as I begged my body to fight for me Despite the blood trickling off my fingertips Hours, no it could have been days I wouldn't have known the difference between seconds and weeks But through curses and agony I split my chains And I tore open flesh and stitches to let my cry of victory echo I remember laying my fingers over every crevice of that chamber Still blind to anything that lie beyond my cell of self inflicted torture Surely there was a way to escape I scanned over the room until I could find the walls without reaching out I found myself stranded and the voices came back to mock my feeble attempts at freedom And I cried and cried and cried I remember growing a fire in my heart with the burn of determination to survive Begging it to quicken and bless me with the will to fight And that is when I began to climb Oh how many times I fell and cursed my foolish hope Only to convice myself to scale the wall once more Sweat raining off my back At last I caught a whiff of something alive and fresh And titled my head up Proceeding to choke on my own breath How long had it been since I'd witnessed the glory of light And with layers of skin stripped from my fingertips I clawed my way up to flat land for my final battleNow I'm looking down on the endless pit I jumped into And here is what I will remember As I breath air both crisp and smooth Savoring flowers unique scent and tastes I will remember that the only reason I now take every advantage of our golden sun By absorbing all and every ray of light Is because of every ounce of effort and energy I poured into gaining back my open skied world Every drop of blood Every anger soaked tear Every fear filled drip of sweat Made my journey a success There was no miracle, no spell Just a straight uphill battle matched only by my own will to thrive And so there is no forgetting That this was more than worth it C.N. / Words written in the sky that is my mind

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Maybe, It’s not about finding The light at the end of the tunnel, Maybe, The tunnel doesn’t even End, and the light isn’t The warm glow of a Sun so high above, But the dim illumination From a floodlight, dusty, And draped with cobwebs, And maybe, The floodlight isn’t there, It’s shattered and its pieces Bury into the skin of your Bare feet as you step on them, And continue to trek forward in Darkness, towards the next light. Maybe, That’s a good thing. You’re in a tunnel after all, You can’t drown in blackness as Easily as you can the sea. Maybe, The extra darkness Makes the next floodlight Brighter, and you’ll Stop, and bathe in it a While as your aching lings Finally rest. Maybe, If you’re brave, You’ll think you can Live under the light, Unaware that you’ll Lose your knowledge Of the darkness, And when your light Finally coughs, And shudders And dies, You’ll get lost in the dark again, Turned around, Heading away from the new lights ahead. Or maybe, You prefer the shadows, Carry a bat, Or a golf club, Or whatever blunt weapon Catches your fancy, And you smash each light You pass, Cutting the feet of all those Behind. Maybe, There isn't a light at the end of the tunnel, Just an endless string of floodlights, Bright, Shattered, And lost.

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC

III

The Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Maybe, It’s not about finding The light at the end of the tunnel, Maybe, The tunnel doesn’t even End, and the light isn’t The warm glow of a Sun so high above, But the dim illumination From a floodlight, dusty, And draped with cobwebs, And maybe, The floodlight isn’t there, It’s shattered and its pieces Bury into the skin of your Bare feet as you step on them, And continue to trek forward in Darkness, towards the next light. Maybe, That’s a good thing. You’re in a tunnel after all, You can’t drown in blackness as Easily as you can the sea. Maybe, The extra darkness Makes the next floodlight Brighter, and you’ll Stop, and bathe in it a While as your aching lings Finally rest. Maybe, If you’re brave, You’ll think you can Live under the light, Unaware that you’ll Lose your knowledge Of the darkness, And when your light Finally coughs, And shudders And dies, You’ll get lost in the dark again, Turned around, Heading away from the new lights ahead. Or maybe, You prefer the shadows, Carry a bat, Or a golf club, Or whatever blunt weapon Catches your fancy, And you smash each light You pass, Cutting the feet of all those Behind. Maybe, There isn't a light at the end of the tunnel, Just an endless string of floodlights, Bright, Shattered, And lost.

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