Marilyn Colyer


My mind is thick with fog, my hands rough and bruised
Scratching and climbing to find a way out
Scraping along trying to survive in the darkness
Nothing in the moment but pain and loneliness
I see a faint light in the distant and I pray that it’s you
My hope, my clarity, my destiny
I look up to see your face, the warmth and your kind eyes
The fog starts to lift from my mind
I cry out as hard as I can not sure if you hear me

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