fear that tears

yes and the time seems right, though the situation that am in seems tight, at the tunnel end there seems to be light, but the struggle to reach there is a fight, the window seems to shut, like ive been put in a small hut, the space so small that i squeeze i hurt, seeking this one thing that am not to part, so vital yet not a body part, i would like to hold it near, my heart is in fear, the fright that the heart will tear, and shatter like glass for all to hear, but what shall it take for one to possess, and be with it and glow like in success, i know its natural but does it have a process, yes its a force to reckon, but its just what i have to face.