Invisible or yet it seems
alone among the mist
Like smoke encircling me
it draws me in
Silence like no other
as if a barrier to the world
twigs snap, steps come quickly
gasping I wait.
Closing my eyes, I hear crickets
my breath slows as I relax
I listen and wait for what is to come
I step on slowly in the haze
It is ok, I will be ok
The sounds come in as I walk with eyes closed
the wind, the insects, even a bird calls
I feel my way grasping trees for guidance
I slowly open my eyes
mist begins to clear
I have made it
Through the fog I have made it
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