The Light At The End Of The Tunnel Poem by Stephen Olufemi Omolara

Certainly! Here's a revised version of your piece with added depth and imagery:


In the depths of the wilderness, I found myself lost,
Groping blindly, seeking a guiding hand, yet none appeared.
With hope ablaze in my heart, I pressed onward,
Uncertain of the path, whether forward or back.

Here I stand today, a survivor of the jungle's grasp,
Despite the moments when hope seemed as fleeting as foam,
Lost amidst the thick foliage, where no ray of light could penetrate.
Yet within, a flicker, a beacon, the light at the tunnel's end.

This light, a guiding force, unseen yet felt,
Leading me through the darkest of nights,
A gentle reminder that even in the depths of despair,
Hope remains steadfast, an unwavering companion.

And now, as I bask in the warmth of life's sunshine,
I reflect on the journey, the trials endured,
Grateful for the unseen hands that guided me,
Towards the light at the end of the tunnel, where new beginnings await.