The Fog Rolls In

The fog rolls in surrounding me, My hand before me, I barely see. A heaviness as moisture clings to the air, Ghost like shadows from trees that are bare. I walk forward I don’t want to look back, I grab a new card from off of the stack. I think of it like turning over a new leaf, I take a deep breath and hope for relief. I turn the corner there are lights shining bright. Blue lights resonate and glow in the night. A Christmas tree lit, entirely in blue, Like a beacon in the fog it shines right through. The Christmas tree lights shine much like my hope, I try to break free with some slack in the rope. They bring a smile and fill me with content, As the fog thickens the lights don’t relent. They seem to glow within the fog, I lose my bearing as I trip on a log. I feel like a ghost upon a canvas of white, It all disappears within the confines of night. I hear a bell from a church on the hill, Its haunting sound from what was still. It seems to call to me to just forge on. All of a sudden the ringing is gone. I stand in darkness just me and the fog, Something awakens, memories it jogs. I think of my journey and all I’ve been through, What has been done and what’s left to do. It hasn’t been easy though it’s not bad. I have fond memories of great times I’ve had. Still something’s missing as I look for the door, I know it can’t be like it was once before. The winds picks up, adds a chill to the air. It awakens my senses so I really don’t care. I stand at the threshold to the future and past. I will simply step outside, the shadows it casts.