by Chrissie Powell

Created on: July 02, 2009

Looking ahead I see nothing,

Looking back I see nothing,

Nothing but the tiny clear space in which I stand,

The only tiny bit of light that stops the fog from touching me.

I take another step,

A step into the white surrounding mist,

I breathe in the thick moisture of the air,

It settles in my lungs like morning dew,

I walk alone,

And like a ghost I disappear as the fog closes around me.

There are sounds but no objects,

There are voices but no faces,

I'm floating in my bubble away from the worries of the world,

The world is breaking around me,

But I don't care.

I'm in a cloud,

A fluffy white cloud that shields me from danger,

The noises of the world become a distant drone,

As I walk through the fog alone,

A warm feeling rises inside me,

I'm secure, I'm smiling, I'm coping.

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