Fog

Somewhere in the fog, she stands alone

The trees and sky are obscured by thin wisps of milky air

But though the fog closes in, no fear envelops her

Her heartbeat is slow and sure

No tears fall. No doubt lingers

There is only the dark

 

And she is filled with the certainty that only this kind of solitude brings

This road hasn’t changed since childhood

But she is no longer the child that walked these paths

The doubt that once wracked her soul has been replaced by quiet resolution

And the knowledge that salvation comes from within is firm in her mind

The ghosts that once haunted her have been replaced by silence

 

All of her heroes are long dead

But heroes only fall from their pedestals

They have become as unnecessary as fear

There is nothing here that scares her, anymore

Reviews

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I love the mood here. Dark and foggy. I'm not the greatest judge of poetry, so I kind of go by whether it strikes a chord within me, and this one does. So in my mind, it's a great poem. I like the feeling that is produced when I picture a young woman standing in murky darkness and feels no fear, but a strength from within that sustains her. I like this one very much!

[Ed Fagan]

Should you find peace and balance in such a place you're are blessed. A few years ago I was faced, in a similar setting, with the energy I've projected . It haunts me to this day ... nothing can compare. good wording ... good to know it can be undone.

[Charles]

Sometimes are person just turns a corner and knows what matters and leaves the rest behind.

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"The trees and sky are obscured by thin wisps of milky air
But though the fog closes in, no fear envelops her"
{Nice Image Painted Here}
"All of her heroes are long dead
But heroes only fall from their pedestals"
{I Love This---Great Poetry!!!}

james:-)

[Vanna Renee]

Out of all honesty, I love the story, the setting, where it starts and ends.
But I don't think that the poetry format suits the story well as a whole.
Perchance you should extend the writing to make it a story, or concise it to make it a poem.
But all around, it's a great story that makes you wonder.

[Devons]

Comfortably numb, is the phrase that comes to mind after reading this poem. The disillusionment and pain caused by life's gradual vicissitudes eventually brings strength in many different guises. In this case, it is in grim acceptance and endurance to something one has become inured to. The poem is written with a genuine, sincere, and cold intensity; a resigned sensibility seeps through the lines and the phrasing. Intelligently conveyed and well-crafted, leaving behind an impression rather like a proud stonemason's signature on a tombstone.

[John Fitzgerald]

I like how the character ends up in this intrinsic state; a clean slate. I really enjoyed it.

[Cherrie]

As she alone emerges from the darkness.


This was beautiful

[Tate Morgan]

This road hasn’t changed since childhood.

But she is no longer the child that walked these paths.
this is an insightful beauty I want to read all the work of your mind Play in the back yard rearrange your furniture and leave the door ajar

[Michael X]

wow, amazing. the depth is a fortress of its own. the ending encapsulates perfectly. i enjoyed it