The light at the end of the tunnel is blinding once you reach it
Wrapping you in sunlight and honeysuckle kisses
A blanket of sweet relief
Stay for that
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With Shaking Hands
PoetryWith shaking hands is a collection of poetry I've created over the span of three years, here you'll find poems about, love, loss, growth, recovery. May you find a safe space here, may you find peace here.
The never ending tunnel comes to an end
The light at the end of the tunnel is blinding once you reach it
Wrapping you in sunlight and honeysuckle kisses
A blanket of sweet relief
Stay for that
