The Fog
THE FOG
The fog moves in without a sound
and covers everything around...
colors are muted, shapes are not seen,
time moves slowly as if in a dream.
Wandering around in this place of gloom,
it feels like I'm trapped in some secret room,
where up is down, and circles are square -
there is a way out but I don't know where.
Suddenly the fog just disappears
and I realize I've been trapped here for years.
I understand that my life is almost gone
and so many beliefs I held onto were wrong.
I'm getting close to the twilight of my years
and yes, I have some regrets, but I have no tears.
I make a promise to myself, while I still can,
that my life must be more than just an also ran.
There are things I want to learn, want to do...
each day I want to try something new -
perhaps just a good faith effort on my part
to finish whatever it is I start.
The fog will envelop me some day, I know,
and when it does and it's time to go...
I want to leave this world and take my place
with my head held high and a smile on my face.
Copyright © Victoria Oliver | Year Posted 2022
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