The mist shrouds the ground around me;

every step

a leap of faith.

I hear a voice out in the distance;

calling me,

I cannot stay.

My heart is torn in three pieces;

the past,

and now,

and what’s ahead.

I love in each of these instances,

but I must move along instead.

Times holds me only for a moment;

with open eyes

I take a step,

and this time the world does not meet me,

anticipate another rep.

Nothing is clear,

but there is progress.

I am no longer where I’ve been.

Not sure of my destination,

but certain of the direction.

I hold each moment as a guide stone

and every love

my impetus.

The only journey that would have me,

is the one I walk in mist.


HG – 2019

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