I’ve always liked tunnels.
I like them literally
(I think they’re a fabulous feat in physics),
and figuratively.
When I was a kid,
we’d hold our breath
from the time we entered a tunnel
until we reached the light of day again.
In a way,
we play the same game in adulthood.
When we’re feeling lost or low,
we hold our breath,
hold on tight
and wait to see
that light at the end of the tunnel.
Some tunnels are short and sweet,
others excruciatingly long.
But every tunnel
is a passageway
to a place where you can breathe again.