The fog overcomes me and
My eyes can’t see what’s going
on in front of me anymore.
For I’m blinded by the truth
I know that things could be different.
but I don‘t want to walk away from my
Fog that has become my comfort zone.
I control my fog and yet I crave it and to
Let it go would mean I could see everything
So clear and I’m not sure I’m ready for that
Written By: Deirdre Stokes