Fog
I can't see ahead of me.
I can't look back.
I am surrounded by a cloud that's never met number 9.
I slowly creep forward, like an inchworm headed into a blur.
It's simply tiny water droplets.
As tiny as the thought of safety.
Whether I make it out or not is a part of the unknown.
I keep on moving because we've always never known.
Death is inevitable.
Either way, there is peace ahead.
I can't look back.
I am surrounded by a cloud that's never met number 9.
I slowly creep forward, like an inchworm headed into a blur.
It's simply tiny water droplets.
As tiny as the thought of safety.
Whether I make it out or not is a part of the unknown.
I keep on moving because we've always never known.
Death is inevitable.
Either way, there is peace ahead.
Author: Haylee Hemphill
Photo Credit: Thomas Griesbeck on Unsplash
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