I live my life through the words I write
Sometimes
we travel so far down a path
to look back, in search of the road signs
that led us astray,
is to see a fog so dense
all the eyes can see, is gray.
You deserve better treatment
than you’re receiving.
Anyone does.
Hold on.
Stand your ground.
Eventually,
fog succumbs to the sun.
Just as soon as I am laughing and smiling,
basking in the warm afternoon sun,
the clouds come back
and the fog settles in,
pushing me back down, down to the ground again.
In an instant everything changes.
How can it happen so fast?
I scarcely had time to enjoy being happy
before my mind took it away again.
Dawning Words 