At the end of the tunnel was a door.
At least, that’s what they told me,
the people, the people in the darkness whispering
all around me.
I believed them,
I had to, they were all that I had,
I couldn’t have made it without them,
yet I have made it to the end of the tunnel
and I cannot see a door.
I have reached out my hands
to the dark wall, I have quashed my fear,
I have reached and I have touched things I never thought I would,
but the door,
the door is not there, or
if it is, I cannot find it.