When the fog drifts in,
Engulfing my dreams,
Shadowing all reason, all purpose.
It magnifies doubt,
Leaving me gasping and empty.
There lies no hope,
Its bitterness rings shrill in my ears,
The harsh sound of one thing,
A thing that lies hidden inside.
As a dormant virus... it attacks.
Breaking me down,
Breaking me into pieces
scattered hopelessly, without any regard.
But then through the mist,
Outstretched, lay a hand.
It had reached out to touch and to hold and to comfort.
Helped pick up from irrevelance,
Patient and selfish...
A soul more tortured than I.
Offered more hope than any other,
Allowed me to see once more.
And in return,
For all the healing of my wounds,
All I have to offer... is eternal love,
And forever a place in my heart.