I look wearily ahead, I can see a light,
At this moment I remember the tale about the light at the end of the tunnel.
I take two steps forward, staggering under the weight of my cares, I hear the tick tock of my clock and forever has passed since I last took two steps. My feet like lead, compelling me to buckle and fall. I thought time was supposed to heal, why do I still feel so heavy and sore. I reach out my hands this time , imagining that I was touching the light. I feel a rushing wind pushing me forward towards the end of the tunnel. Rays of light piercing my heavy heart and making it whistle, my feet light and dancing. Surrounded by light, I look at the clock and definitely time had passed. I was healed and yes time did it.