Is There A Light? Poem by AngelLucianna Vesna

I Heard “there is a light” at the end of the tunnel...
But what about when one'd been in the tunnel for...eternity?
So accustomed to the dark? ? ? N can see no more...

Is there such a thing? ? ? This “light”
What does it look like? But
How can one know when you are blind?
What does it feels like? To be in this light? But
How can one know when you never feel?

Perhaps if I just keep walking forth...
step by step...day by day...night after night...
I may see a bit of its allusion...a trace...even a tiny drop...

But how far? How soon? And what cost?
Why is there no sound in the deep of the night...
I am weary, and is arduous to walk aimless...alone...

Yes...i know...I must...I did listen
Have they all not told me it is “worth” it?
For what? I cannot imagine yet...

Darkness is not such a bad thing? Or is it? ? ?
Too many questions...in my head...
And even Angels are all sound asleep...in this cold winter night...

Perhaps I will rest with them...for now...until the new day break again...
And I will at least keep walking, keep watching and looking forth...
And shall wait for another day and night...

I Pray to thee...
Grant me strength in sun rise...hope...anything...something...