A fog I breathe through

   Words are breathless in my eyes.
A trail of tears I walked. Wind
howling in my ears. Dancing strands
of hair play havoc over my face.

    Close my eyes to exhale. Toned
are the whispers of all those standing
near. A fog making white waves
crash upon my memory.

    Crushing pressure against temples
and bones. Oh how do I stand
solid? How do I say all is well when
courage it takes for placing one
foot in front of other?

   Back away. Say my sweetlings.
Head to a seat long enough to gain
focus once more. A prayer to Jehovah
to ease throb, pain terrorizing mind,
blurring eyes.

   Calmly, uncertainty I arrive to
front door. Thanking Jehovah for his
guidance, his eyes.

   Stagger to entrance and
collapse on bed. Sleep until
morning dew drops and slivers of
light peek in through window.

   Realizing the sensitivity to many
extremes and grateful to Jehovah for
hearing my prayer, my plea for help.

   One more day I breathe.