Here I sit…
At the back of a long, dark, deadend tunnel.
Cut off from everyone and everything I hold dear.
There’s not a speck of light.
No one can see me.
No one can hear my cries for help.
The loneliness and isolation are deafening.
There has to be a way out.
I have a choice of companions.
I can choose despair, negativity and self-destruction.
Or, I can choose hope, tenacity and progress.
Groping in the dark, I search for something familiar.
What I find is strange, cold and distant.
Without warning, a tiny ray of light appears.
I stand and walk towards it.
I wonder if it’s just an illusion.
The light grows in size as I get closer.
I’m enveloped in its warm, gentle glow.
I start to gain confidence and strength.
The source of light is a mystery.
My walk turns into a determined trot.
I look up and see an encouraging smile.
I start running.
I gaze into a pair of soothing, passionate eyes.
My pace intensifies.
I hear a comforting whisper, then collapse.
I’m now being held by a pair of soft, loving arms.
Suddenly, I realize…
You’re the light at the end of the tunnel.

By Bill Clark K- 80703
2 EY- 38
San Quentin State Prison
San Quentin, CA 94974
U.S.A.

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