I was once lost
Caught in the haize of that dank fog
Of the worse kind the fog of the mind
I can’t touch it
I can’t see it
Yet oh how I felt it and sense it
I know ‘it’ was there
Blique Bladed Bouquet
Chilling stilling deafeningly quiet yet together as one
Time stops yet runs away together as One
That was the haize of that fog
Numbed all feeling for years at a time
Tainting all of my senses with anger at myself
Engulfed in self punishment as the torture from the haize of that fog it reigned thick
Engulfed for years in that haize of that fog
Yet oh how that haize of that fog haunts my soul it left its scar for all to see
Yet now I cast the spell to dispel this haize of that fog.
And the fog it lifts with lessons to fold and see to utilise and employ.
For this day forth I strive to embrace my humanness and it’s flaws love them away until even they become assets
For this is the spell I cast on my soul now.
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