Through the Fog

I’ve walked a million miles

In my life, maybe more

Through the fog.

Over time, the hills steepened

And the trails grew longer,

But I always made it through.

With each passing hike,

The cliffs closed in

Squeezing me, inch by inch

Until I stood, paralyzed,

Frozen, in shame, in doubt,

And in the fear of knowing

I had nowhere left to go.

Defeated and deflated,

An eerie calm washed over me.

I closed my eyes

And stood in silence

Contemplating my next move

In this mental chess game

With a far superior opponent.

Lost and alone,

I sobbed quietly

As the wind grew stronger

And the sun began to set.

When suddenly a voice

Stirred something inside me.

I shifted slightly from my path

and ran

Beyond the fog to bright skies

And wide-open spaces.

It was then I realized,

That all this time,

On all those climbs

I had been going the wrong way.