The Tunnel

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.”   Plato

Flickering, burning, consuming, hypnotic, and steadfast,

these flames invade the soul’s depths. 

We shy away from the sun,

then yearn for the glorious limelight. 

Which light, oh Plato, scarred you?

Can you live for center stage 

only to cower beneath holy rays?

Doused in the light of knowledge

I sat, pen to paper, frantic. 

Will I succeed or again falter?

And, more so, have I courage;

courage to face unseen, inevitable shadows;

passion to prevail with failure’s wisdom;

love, boundless enough, to anoint myself 

in the warmth of courage’s flame. 

Oh, Plato, I fear light’s shadows. 

But I flourish in darkness’ light. 


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