The Tunnels Antics

By Mariyam Qurayshi

As I try to understand what the tempting light at the end of the tunnel is, I fail each time.

I tried escaping through a shorter route or sprinting to dissolve into those dazzling lights,

But it’s taking longer than I realise.

I never noticed the smaller lights that litter the path leading me there, Astonished I stare.

Only to makes my greed for the brightest and most tempting light to take over,

Covering myself so I won’t get distracted by the glow and the warmth.

Falling short with a trembling heart.

The darkness keeps pulling me in and pushing me out, holding me in and throwing me out, making me wobble, making me fall, crippling me to my own downfall.

I grow tired and antsy,

Defeated, I take off the blindfold and the heavy armour, then start to crawl.

I feel the warmth creeping in, and I start basking in it.

My ragged edges dull, and the chill in my bones fades.

Suddenly,

The tunnel grows brighter,

I see that the light radiates from me.

I cry out- “what is this light and what is happening to me?”

Then a voice booms, “It’s your trust in me.”

Afraid, I ask, “Who are you?”

It responds, “I’m the process.” 

“Don’t run, don’t cower, take ur time, enjoy the lights, it’s your tunnel. 

The end won’t go anywhere It’s yours and it’s here to stay!”

By Mariyam Qurayshi