The Mist

05 Jan

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The Mist

I think back to the day that was,
the day the mist arose—around me.
It swirled up, surrounded…obscuring
what used to be so clear to see.
This hazy murkiness that enveloped
my clarity, till all that was left
faded into shadows of what was.

I’d stare for hours into that grey fog;
hoping to find just one clue,
one simple sign marking the path
to take, to bring me out of this Stygian life.
Yet there was nothing (discernible) amongst
the shadows. Nothing, to provide even a glimpse
of what could be (would be)…if I stepped forth.

So I stayed rooted to that spot;
holding my breath…silent for fear
of breaking (revealing) myself.
The shadows around made little sense,
and yet—I knew with but a little more light
my clarity would return. All would be well
again, and the shadows would breed
familiarity…but would it ever come.

Shapes shifted, sounds drifted,
half forgotten truths lay
tantalizingly out of reach.
The mist clung to me;
refusing to release
its damp hold upon my life.
This mist—a jealous lover,
a tormenting tyrant…
a diabolical deity.

Till finally, out of the dark sprang forth
a brilliance my eyes could barely see.
A fiery orange hue shifting to gold,
burnishing the leaves upon the path,
that was right there beneath my feet.
A luminescence, that with each breath
grew in scope, melting away the cringing
tendrils of mist, baring me (and all around)
to sight once again—revealing the path.
A path, that had I just trusted (in faith)
would have led me out of this mist
so long ago. I see now—I’m free.

© January 5, 2011 CRF


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13 responses to “The Mist

  1. onescoobthree

    January 5, 2011 at 9:51 pm

    This is brilliant! I’ve missed your eloquent way with words, the way you paint images in my mind. Love the hope in this. 😀 😀 😀

    • falcon1974

      January 5, 2011 at 10:09 pm

      Thanks darling! 😀

      I was beginning to feel like I had no more words left in me. I was pretty silent for a time there. 😀

      • onescoobthree

        January 5, 2011 at 10:17 pm

        Silence can be good too. Gives one time to reflect and to listen. 😀 *kisseS*

        • falcon1974

          January 5, 2011 at 10:22 pm

          I suppose silence is much better than a couple of screaming spider monkeys when you’re trying to talk on the phone…at least so I’ve heard. 😀

          I Love you. 😀

  2. lori

    January 6, 2011 at 12:09 am

    wonderful write Craig i have so missed reading you. I take it that gold mist was love

    • falcon1974

      January 6, 2011 at 10:56 pm

      Thanks Lori. Actually, it was more of a write about how I’ve been silent for the past couple months. I just really couldn’t get myself out of the mist that appeared as MySpace imploded. The past week I’ve been itching to write again and the gold part actually alluded to the sun shining off the trees outside my window when I woke up. 😀

  3. Liam

    January 6, 2011 at 3:47 pm

    great read

  4. sassyspeaks

    January 6, 2011 at 8:23 pm

    half forgotten truths lay
    tantalizingly out of reach

    ah so true – enjoyed your write

    • falcon1974

      January 6, 2011 at 10:54 pm

      Thank you Sue. I’m glad you enjoyed this one. 😀


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