END OF THE TUNNEL
I have reached the end of the tunnel, but now I am standing in the light I am thinking which way I should run;
People are still begging publishers for a deal, but I made it without one.
The end of this tunnel is so bright, I will now have to shield my eyes;
Whispering echoes are still hiding behind me in the darkness, but I guess that is just my past saying its goodbyes.
So called friends are now reaching out to me, saying their doubting my chances is now a regret;
But they didn’t realise I am an elephant, that will now never really forget.
At times this poetry can feel like a curse, sometimes I just want to sleep but the voices never seem to stop;
Confidence is something I have always struggled to find, I just wish that they sold it in a shop.
These books will be my legacy even after I am a long time dead;
People ask why when I cut myself my blood is black, and not red.
I sold my soul to an angel, and in exchange she gave me this pen;
This ink has given me the courage to face my demons, so I am now stronger than 1000 men.
In my dream last night an angel asked me if I wanted to know my future, I answered no as I would rather just wait to see what my destiny brings;
But when I woke up this morning I pulled back my duvet, and she had left me her wings.
I want to thank all the people who believe in me, you are all stars, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart;
This maybe the end of another poem, but I get this feeling my destiny is only now about to start.
BARRY MOWLES ©2012