Sliver of Light

There are events that strip away possibilities. Yet there may be some possibilities are dim from today's perspective, seen by hindsight, if at all....

From the perspective of a past
of dark and brooding introspection
of contemplation of inner chaos
the ominous light at the end
of the tunnel of today's troubles
is seen as an approaching train.

Tomorrow's perspective is unknowable.
We see only through today's eyes,
and my eyes today are clouded.
I cannot see tomorrow's clear skies.

Remember the wide open expanses
we have passed through and how
all of yesterday's yesterdays
were as one bright, happy journey?

How can the brooding mind recall
days buried in altered states?
Common moods of varied events
are threaded in our minds
giving access to today's mind,
moods, and memories of like days.

We know not the light ahead--
if its daylight or instead the harbinger
of the worst of what we dread.
The answer is not in our minds
but in our hopes and dreams.

Fear, the worst of the fates we find--
Leaves us voiceless, deaf and blind.
Onward is the one true choice
else fear be the final voice.