Fog

A cloud has descended upon my Mind.
It casts doubts and worry and fear.
My Spirit feels the atmosphere shift,
becoming weighted, full of pressure — 
descending deeper and deeper into haze.

In this moment, I am lost in the fog,
desperately searching for a way out
not realizing the search is futile.
Yet there is a choice.

My Spirit can continue searching — 
a maddening journey leading to scarcity and despair.
Or my Spirit can choose wisdom,
resigning to the darkness and listening close.

Wisdom teaches my Spirit that — darkness, light —
both are parts of the whole found in one another,
hitched together for eternity.
By sitting in the fog, being,
I can make a new friend.