Dec 30

Lost in Mist

I find myself lost in this regretful mist,
My are arms reaching out and around
Reaching for anything but getting nothing.
What if I did that differently?
Would I still be standing in this mist
Or would I be in a flowery field?
Would if I took that empty hand?
Would I instead be standing with you,
Knowing where I am?
What if I looked the other way?
Then would I have seen where I was taken?
Or was I destined to end up here,
Like how the the rain will touch the earth.
My eyes begin to feel clearer.
Where is the fog?
The darkness?
All the was sad is now gone
An offering hand reaches forward
And carefully pulls me away