Grey
Going Not So Gently...
I walk.
One foot in front of the other.
Not knowing where I am, or where I am going.
Granite grey fog hanging in the air, enveloping me like a cocoon.
Hibernating. Expectant...
Blindly on I walk.
I hear a faint, ethereal cry.
Is it in front of me? Is it behind me?
Is it closer than I think?
I can’t tell.
The fog deadens, dulls and covers.
An eerie peace
in this twilight zone.
Disoriented, I swing around.
I retrace my steps.
Am I heading back the way I came?
Am I moving farther away?
Or closer?
I stop.
I breathe deeply.
Rasping.
I swallow the fog.
Or is this window-grey blanket swallowing me…?
Lovely! Thank you for sharing your words.
Oh, wow! I really felt this. In my life, I've gotten lost a lot as I have an absolutely terrible sense of direction. This made me feel almost panicky - am I going to right way? Will I be swallowed up by the fog forever? And, in life, making choices, I've also felt this. Quite fun and scary to read and reread. Love it!