Fog

This one I wrote as I walked my journey to work one morning and it was ‘froggy’.

This was my description of what I experienced.

It is symbolic of fear, causing a fog and that fear keeps you not knowing what will happen next.

It keeps you in the instant, in the moment, but inside the fog, it’s only when the fog lifts, the fear lifts, that the day starts to bloom into what it will be and you can move forward.

Fog

Settling down upon us

as the earth grows cold.

Spread thick in a ghostly manner

you act as a blindfold.

Wrapped up within your eeriness

I walk within your hold.

Seeing only the instant,

waiting for life to unfold.

What is it beyond you?

Each step’s a story to be told.

Thank you for reading 💖

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