I see the light at the end of the tunnel. I could walk straight ahead and be surrounded by light. I started walking but I stopped. Alone and scared in the tunnel; Succumbed by its darkness, I hovel in the corner; Knees up, face buried- I think. I peek up and yearn to be at the end of the tunnel. What's holding me back? I stand up and try to stride on. Fists balled at my sides, I stare. I walk forward, then backwards, then forward again. I freeze- looking at the orb of light that I want to surround me. I stand there and look on- yearning.