I walked through the fog.
Knowing not where I was going.
The only hope that I had was,
The sound of my friend bellowing.
I closed my eyes as he guided me.
Moving in a mist that kept me blind.
I could not help but wonder.
Is it safer to be behind?
Steeling my veins, calming my heart
I kept on moving through.
‘The end will be somewhere.’
My mumbling voice grew.
‘Open your eyes’, we are here.
My friend said with a laugh.
The mist gone, light everywhere.
My every pain was cut in half.
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