The fog outside feels like a reflection of the fog in the heart — the fog in the soul, the mist clouding the gaze turned toward one’s own future. The roads are open, yet veiled by this eerie, ghostly haze, as if unseen creatures lurk within it, making us afraid to step into the emptiness and the unknown.

So much courage is needed now — so much willpower, faith, and hope — just to take that first step…

The mist of sorrowful drops
has veiled the sky.
And as if there had never been
the morning rain that fell.

And as if this curtain
has hung here since the dawn of time.
As if the one who sees all
has closed their eyes.

The fog covers everything, hiding and luring, tempting us to turn off the path — maybe to go back to old, familiar roads, or to wait it out wrapped in a cozy blanket with a cup of something warm… or, better yet, something stronger.

But the old roads are closed, the blanket worn thin, and the warmth-in-a-cup now sloshes in a travel thermos.
So — only into the fog! Despite all the shadows and ghosts, overcoming fears and defeating inner monsters — forward, and only forward!

© Elena Shuwany