Light from Light

The fabled light at the end of the tunnel.
Promises lie beyond and certainty is left behind.
I looked up at the sky today, for the first time since I got home.
I wish I didn't.
I wondered why I took so long to do so.
I wish I didn't.
I desperately searched for a large window to peer out of.
I wish I didn't.
Nothing framed for me to partake of.
And every frame the same.