1/4/2016
Where do I go when surrounded by fog
so dense I can hardly breathe?
Repulsively palpable—my lungs filled with smog,
so lost—nobody will grieve.
Impossible to tell
whether it's day or its night.
Fear washes over
that I've seen my last light.
Bruised and bloody—
I'm losing this fight.
Weary legs carry
me further on this plight.
Deeper into madness
until I vanish from sight.
When in my darkest moment,
unexpected delight,
a reassuring voice whispers
"You'll be alright."
Holding me close
in her arms, I'm wrapped tight.
My hope now restored;
she's banished my fright.
We ascend from the fog:
soar to great heights.
How do I convey this feeling so grand?
Ecstasy with each breath I take.
Clarity, levity, I now understand;
Happiness is my will to make.