Through
the Fog
A
stirring in her heart and mind, a cry
A
nudge, a poke, a groping through the fog
A
search, a hope for a repair, a sigh
The
flow of thoughts come jammed like stream with log
A
quiver and a try to find her way
A
wrinkle grows impossible to fix
The
crushing weight of time’s demanding sway
Patchwork
of light and darkness in a mix
She
goes full steam ahead and gathers strength
So
like a blasting rocket, she won’t stop
The
charm compels her swiftly go the length
She
plugs along and pushes for the top
Her
hands grasp other hands in simple peace
At
last she breathes and laughs in sweet release
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