The Place Poem by Katherine Bryce

Time seemed endless,
yet never beginning,
almost as if,
there was no time.

Time would race,
then would slow,
it's hard to say,
any which way.

I know it's confusing,
I'm lost too,
but what I can say is,
we'll get through.

There is always,
light at the end,
of the cold,
and dark tunnel.

All we can do,
is smile our way through,
I know it seems hard,
but it's only hard to start.

Once you've got a smile,
never let it go,
keep it as your virtue,
to the place you want to go.