Fog in the Mountains

I don’t like the gray, and I never have.

Who does?

fog in our minds,

confused, frustrated,

hiding in the shadows, never being the people,

we were intended to be.

Hoping, praying,

for the sun to burn it away,

or the wind to knock it out.

When will this ever end?

Sometimes, all we need

is to take a step,

a small one,

just one,

towards the colors,

and living again.

The gray cannot hold us,

it will be broken,

if we let it happen,

beams of light.


 Light Breaking Through

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree


5 thoughts on “Gray

  1. Will you hate me if I tell you I like the gray days? I do! I love this post I identify with it a lot! When I was young I was sick in the summer and spring and winter was the only time I could breath outside! So I love cold, damp, rainy, foggy, groggy days! I love all the other too! I just hope you don’t mind if I’m happy in gray days too! I liked this very much!

    1. MichelleMarie, I could not hate you! Foggy, gray days can have benefits too, they are a part of nature. They do help us to appreciate the sunny days. Thanks for your encouraging comments!

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