The Fog

The dense fog of my brain gets worse every day. There are chains around my ankles. I have the burdens of my life behind me. I drag it through that dense fog. I might not be able to see anything and know any direction, but I will continue to pull through. Sometimes, I will cry and say I can’t do it, but on other days, I will wipe those tears away and continue forward. I will fall many times, but I will continue to get up. I will want to give up, but I will confront that obstacle and beat it. I am who I am and I will get through this. I will walk until the fog dissipates.