Tunnel, meet light.
The midweek has passed,
The light is brighter now;
A sigh sits perched on the precipice of freedom,
The mind's self-imposed pressure will soon lift,
The task complete.
What heart and soul
Have been poured -
What learning has soaked into this sponge.
Realization at the end,
That what feels like achievement to some,
Can look much like nothing to others.
Yet I'll rest, firm in the knowledge that I succeeded,
Passing the torch,
And finding another, much more important to me, to set ablaze.