how i long for the final embrace.
in the croaking hours of my mind
are the stench of hopeless thoughts
throughout the corpse of darkness.
i never know how to take the first step,
for the ground is steeped away
under the black fog.
the same fog that crowds my mind
made its way into the world
once shined on by the moon.
i thought my days would get better,
but it seems by every hour
the winds around me steam hotter,
and cause my hopes to retreat.
now hope is no where to be found.
and with the steaming winds
and grim fog
i have no motivation to seek the light.
in the deafness of night,
the crinkling stream of water
calms my ears from the ringing.
and when i am able to look up
away from the fog,
i can see bountiful branches.
the trees give me shelter from the winds,
and a stable standing in the fog.
tho i cannot go further up,
for i never learned how to climb.
as long as i focus on things above,
the fog and winds will not sweep me away
into darkness.
in the canopy of the leaves,
i will regain my hope
and take the first step.
A/N: pic is from WeHeartIt
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My Abundant Life
PoetryLove, Acceptance, Identity, and more taken on and expressed through poetry in this new chapter of life. Published 5 October 2020
