Poem: The Clearing of the Fog

In the haze of restless thought,
Where shadows linger, questions caught,
There comes a light, a gentle guide,
To sweep the fog from deep inside.

The mind, once clouded, starts to clear,
A calm horizon now draws near.
With every breath, the fog unwinds,
Revealing truth that stills the mind.

Let doubt dissolve, like morning dew,
Trust the path that lies in the view.
The fog may rise, but you remain—
A soul with sight, clear once again.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and Light,

Brenda Marie