Someone is talking to me
about the light at the end of the tunnel
and all I can think of is after.
What happens after we meet the light.
After the grief ends.
After walking into in happiness.
Won’t there be another tunnel,
another painful passage,
another trauma simply waiting?
And the answer is, yes,
because in the book of being,,
life promised to be both fight and flourish
It vowed to be both lesson and respite.
So the love will end.
And as we keep walking, 
we find it again.

Nikita Gill