For visually challenged writers, the image shows a path between an avenue of trees. Shadows from hidden sunlight fall across the path, but mist obscures the way forward…
A dense misty veil looms heavily,
allowing slight glimpses of the
sunlight to penetrate through
the canopy of intertwining branches above.
The previous day was glorious, not a cloud to be seen,
I chose this destination for a stroll,
for its serenity and myriads of green.
I needed privacy to reflect and mend
the broken pieces of my life,
a quietness on this path, a place I could repent.
Yet, the fog intensified, sunlight faded,
and a brisk cold sensation was felt,
this perfect destination I chose, now made me feel quite jaded.
My broken pieces and I plan on returning another day,
maybe, when it’s not so gloomy…
Until that time arrives,
I pray to keep the intrusive thoughts at bay.