At The End Of The Tunnel Poem by Ester Billishan

Hiding,
From the bullets that sound over us.
Inside the tunnel,
The space too small
'I can't breath'
I whispered afraid not to make noise
And draw the enemy's attention,
'Crawl and follow me' he said
'Where are we going? ' I asked
'Forward' he replied
'But we don't know where it's leading!
And it's so dark down here' I hesitated
He held my hand and said:
'We can't continue staying here, you'll suffocate,
Neither can we turn back, we will die!
We have to move forward, towards the end of the tunnel,
It's not going to be easy but it will be worth it,
At the end of the tunnel their is light,
And maybe a way leading home,
Hold your breath and think not of the trouble in here,
Just focus
For their is hope at the end of the tunnel. '

© Ester N. Nyangoe