I find myself in a tunnel of sorts.   I can see the fuzzy outline of light seeping through the distant end.   Yet, I feel like what has brought me into this tunnel is also keeping me from reaching the light.  I look backwards and I see a picture riddled with hopes and dreams still lost.  

It amazes me how as a child I created all these images in my mind.  Images of love.  Images of family.  Images of happiness.  What I have found is that images can be deceiving.  What you see is not always what you get. 

So I wait.  I wait to see new images. I wait to draw closer to the light at the end of the tunnel.  I wait for the future...