Dark tunnel with pushable struggles,
a dire escape and no light in sight
unheeding freedom blazing through one’s will
feeling undeserving of the journey.
Words are thrown about who to become
one grants their pleads
and forget where we are headed
the ending road should lead to calm.
Defeating unexpected waves
one endures the turmoil
they scream, but one is tired
you cannot do this for them.
Hopeful of a triumphant exit
if your eyes can open
and witness your deserving happiness
as you transform into your will.