I’ve been in a bit of
a grey place lately.
Things are getting
better and there have been some adventures (such as a trip to Thailand) recently,
but I still find that the grey is around me.
I think all of us go
through this from time to time.
I’ve written the
following poem as a way to understand where I am at the moment.
Something is amiss
My world is dimming
For fog has appeared again
Slinking into existence
And wrapping up my spirit
In cold bondage
So, what?
What can I do?
How can I grovel my way clear
When I do not know
Where the fog ends and I begin?
When I do not know
Where clarity lives?
Perhaps that is the point of it
I am not meant to know these
things
Instead I must simply give in to
it
Let the fog sort me out
With its wisps and subtle
movements
With its greyness and its sighs
No need to struggle
Gently soothe the screams in my
heart
And distil the cries perched on
my lips
Calmly sit within the fog a while
Wait to see what it is
That the fog is gifting me
And see what it is that is left
When the fog has gone again
