For the first time in a long time,
I knew exactly where I was.
Not lost in the shrouded fog,
Which overtook me when you left.
Not dangling from the precipice,
Where I trapped myself searching for you.
Not adrift on harsher tides,
Within my own self-doubt and regret.
Not in the darkness of my own making,
But standing tall in the light.
Author’s Note: It was extremely foggy today where I live, which must have been part of the inspiration for this. I stood up from doing something else and this just started writing itself in my head, images of challenges in nature contrasted with some feelings of loss, but ending on that resolute note.
Catharsis & Creation 