Presences are unannounced in the dark.
Even more so in the fog
A blur of beings rushes by
Without ever crossing my eye
Each step is a careful one
Each breath, hesitant
For I am subject to the misty blindfold
Cloaked
I embark.
In a transition
A surge of events passes me by
What I could do
I can’t.
What I wanted
I can’t have.
I don’t see them
I didn’t see them
If only by my volition.
They move in my view for a moment
So fleeting
They depart
Without thought
Without recognition
Without realizing
Helpless I am in the fog
For I am a proponent.
There is a strange relief
I am concealed
Shrouded in mysterious droplets
They cast a hold on me
Around my every curve
I am hidden from the world
Away from the mind’s conception and belief.
Who I am
Whom I cherish
What I am capable of
What ineptitudes I lock away
The experiences I carry
The soul embedded within
A perfect bubble
A precious dam.
A thinning
A receding
A panic
A terror
A grief
A mourning
A spinning.
Fog withdraws
Visions clear
Fear resides
In the cavity once hidden
Now in full display
Pleading for a pause.
The whole world stares anew
