Foggy Vog Poem by Danette Frenz

I’m in a fog,
Pouring out of a volcano,
Why can’t I see? Is this my life to be? A thick hazy vog.
I want to say-no!

Waited for the bus,
Driver drove on by,
Didn’t stop for us,
Didn’t hear my cry.

Almost got in a car accident,
As I inched my way on out,
Just when I almost went,
Couldn’t even shout.

The meds make me feel sleepy,
My eyes, I cannot cry.
Sometimes I do feel weepy,
I ask myself, “Why? ”

I still have energy, still can write.
My mood is good,
I still will fight-
Nothing will stop me, nobody could.

Floating on a bubble-gum balloon,
Wearing bracelets and baubles,
Smiling like a silly cartoon,
I’m flying high, no hobble, the sights to marvel!