I open my eyes to morning mist
  reality swirls around in heavy fog
unable to tell from where I've come
  fearful of any direction I may take

Soon sunk into a bog of indecision
  the quagmire of uselesness sucks down
pulling and sucking until all is paralyzed
  the urge to just go under overpowers

Alone in the dark night of the soul
  any cry for help is strangled by
fear of appearing weak, unbalanced, unable to
  carry one's own load in life

Out from the mist, from the other side,
  a friendly voice encourages trying some more
as a breath of fresh wind blows,  the fog clears, bog dries
  and the way I came and the way forward
all makes sense now.

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bluskyinthenite commented on Lost


Some pople paths are harder than others. Your path my not be straight and narrow but you put all you have into.... Just what you got. a trooper!!!.... Weatherstone " Rocks!"



That's so sweet. Thanks so much!

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

Weatherstone’s Poems (40)

Title Comments
Title Comments
The Other Side of Night 0
California Quail 0
Tired So Tired 1
Significance 1
The Critic of a Perfectionist
's Play
Help Me Define Reality 0
At War 0
Lost 1
On The Edge of My Map 0
The Devil In the Drink 0
Road of the Broken 3
Cry of the Curlew Bird 0
Ode To Desert Flower 2
Running the Risk 5
Wrestlers 3
For One Dim Light 3
Breathing Atmosphere 2
Spring 2
Dew On Death's Door 5
Hands of Time 2
A Parent's Joy 1
Fall Into Winter 1
My Heart's Flow -5
Sandy Seashore 1
Razor Blade Tongues 2
Mind's Eye 1
Travel 4
The Deepest Part of Me 1
September Tears 3
Descends the Darkness 1
Warm Friend 1
We Are Made 5
Creator's Way 1
Measure of Me 1
Dance Lessons 7
This Mountain 0
Mountain Conqueror 1
My Son 3
That Young Soldier 2
The Measure of Two Lives 1