The Fog

Sometimes it settles like a fog
blanketing everything and everyone
hiding everything real from view
leaving you blinded to everything except what's
within arm's length

and sometimes what's within arm's length
is darker than the darkest night
darker than a night high in the mountains
far from any city
with no moon
no light whatsoever
nothing by which to see the way out

leaving you alone
and fearful
and wondering how you got there
yet again
and if you'll find your way out
ever

And as you stumble
and as you fall
over and over and over
as you feel the pain
that never seems to end
over and over and over

you can only hope
that you'll be lucky enough
to be able to hope
that you'll find the strength
again
to bear the pain
to tolerate the uncertainty
to live

until the lights come back on
and the fog lifts

because when it does lift
and the sun shines again
oh what a wonderful life
it is.