The fog descends from up above
Or maybe comes from down below
Where it comes from I do not know.It comes to steal all that I love.
To fill my mind with permafrost
So that I feel hopelessly lost.My heart grows dark and my eyes dim.
The world around a mere shadow,
No light inside to spark a glow.Every aspect seems only grim.
Yet, as quickly as it doth come
the fog leaves from where it was from.
It’s like a fog has lifted. A fog that can float down and enshroud my mind. Seizing control and taking it hostage: bending it to its will. But now I am free. Free to think. Free to be creative, to express myself, and to come to life from within. Free from the bonds of self-doubt and crippling insecurities.
Whilst I was in the fog I could see nothing, hear nothing…I was alone. In the fog I was dead. Tormented by the realization that I could not find a way out. I was stuck—utterly trapped. My greatest fear come to life. I knew not where it comes from, this fog. Nor do I know where it goes to when it lifts, or why it comes and why it fades. All I know now is it has lifted. I can breathe again. And so with each breath I will breathe fully, as though it were my last breath before an ever smothering fog were to descend upon me again.