The clarity of life is never evident.
Through the mist of the day we tole.
Into the clearing we can walk,
yet the path is often overgrown in the woods.
Misty clouds of confusion cover
our path constantly.
Continual fog causing the deluge of
depression.
Clouds part, mist disperses,
clarity comes through and shines.
Keep that warmth on your face, permeating your soul,
remembering that the clouds do clear when the next
mist clouds your view.
Angela
ASW
June5, 2016
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