In the haze of thoughts, where whispers fade,
A fog descends, a silent cascade.
Mist veils the path I once knew so well,
Lost in a labyrinth where memories dwell.

Each day a dance with the elusive mist,
Words and worlds entwined, sometimes dismissed.
In the quiet corners where clarity wanes,
Echoes of dreams, like distant refrains.

Yet in this labyrinth, amid shadows deep,
A resilience stirs, a promise to keep.
For in every fog, a gentle light gleams,
Hope's tender whisper, a beacon that beams.

Through the mist, I navigate with grace,
Embracing each moment, finding my place.
For though the fog may cloak and obscure,
It cannot diminish what's strong and pure.

So in this journey, where the fog may roam,
I find strength in knowing I'm not alone.
Living with fog, in its mystic embrace,
I discover resilience, and find solace and grace.

©️Lainey Green - Intwined.blog