• The Mist

    I stand in a mist,
    One that covers up my path untill,
    I can't see where I am going,
    I try to find my way out,

    But I have lost my path,
    Trying to find it through the mist,
    I sit on the ground, Lonely and depressed,
    As the air makes me feel cold and un-loved,

    I give up any hope of being found through the
    dense air,
    My thoughts fly to all of the bad times in the past,
    And I wonder why I have my life,
    And why things go wrong,

    But suddenly,
    A weak light shines upon me,
    And I hear a faint noise,
    "What is that?" I say to myself,
    I begin to rise slowly,

    I hear voices beckoning me through the mist,
    Voices that sound familiar,
    Those of the ones I hold precious,
    Their voices calm me and fight off the cold air,
    Making me more confident in myself and warmth
    flows through me.

    I follow the voices as best I can,
    The light shines brighter as the voices get louder,
    And I, feel as though the voices will leave me in
    the cold mist,
    But they still guide me.

    And afterwards, I emerge from the cold misty place,
    Face to face with those I love,
    As I see their smiling faces and feel their warm hugs,
    I think, " I'm finally out"

    If you are ever stuck in a cold and lonely place,
    Just remember,
    The people who you hold precious in your heart,
    Will always be there to guide and love you,
    No matter, what you have done or said,
    They will help you through the misty parts of your life.