Ran Through the White Fog

            Selected

            Lined with a decorated past

            Finding new sights with old eyes

            Your courage is tested

            Mind boggled by jobs

            Clever, focused, precise

            Plowing through all that stand forth

            Not in anger or irritation

            Rather, compassion and kindness

            My mind draws conclusions

            For whom you could be

            But I find a white light

            A troubled some past

            Yet you arose through failures

            Blinded by the unknown

            Many faces tatter your mind

            As you venture forth

            Unafraid of what’s to come

            Ran through the White Fog