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The Fog

Writer's picture: Red Writing HoodRed Writing Hood

My vision is clear yet I'm grasping at thin airI

'm not running away, like I normally do

This time

Aren't you proud?

This feels like a breakthrough


When we combine strengths we move mountains

Or are they molehills?

Here comes the stifling embrace

Make it go away please, it's fogging up my space

Obscuring that hard-earned clarity

Why don't you see?


I try to open up, but you're locked

Let me find my keys

I had them last when we talked

More about why

I'm so scared I freeze

Right in front of you, staring down at my vision


Resolve thaws the fear

My fingers find the keys and words appear

I have things to say

You'll stay

And help me say them

Won't you?


As usual, I wonder

Am I delusional; going under?

Give up now, you'll never make it


No … this is good, keep going, don't quit—

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