Lifting Fog – A Poem

I think about the times all hell

Has consumed my brain.

Stuck in a thick black tar,

But happy, because at least I was warm.

I have been scared of my fear,

Thinking of the monsters I have nurtured in my past.

But I have set them free and

Now they are lost.

They want me to help,

To feed them,

But I continue down my road

With a shrug and a smile.

They scream from the sides,

But they’re weaker as my eyes grow dryer,

And my chest heaves in peace

Where they once burrowed.

Published by Lilymaeportman

I'm Lily, an actor, writer & voice over artist.

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