I Am AliveHere I am searching through the fog. The fog is so thick I can't see where I'm going and I don't know where I'm at, but I am alive.
I look behind me into my past and I can see most of where I have been. I see people I care for, people I miss, some good memories, but the hideous fog even haunted my past. Inside myself I feel desparation and I'm pleading for help, but no one can hear or see me because they can't see inside, but I am alive.
I'm desperate now the fog is so thick I can't see. I only feel the drumming of my heart which is beating so hard and fast I can't control it, but I am alive.
The fog is inside me causing me to tremble and my whole world is shaking my whole being is coming apart, but I am alive.
Yes, the fog at times drives me to the edge of insanity. I try my best to just breathe through the fog that's holding me captive, but I can't use my cognitive or breathing skills because it fights back with it's angry, gloomy self, laughing at my lack of courage and strength, but I am alive.
I may not be able to see or know what's ahead of me. I may not know where I am, what I am or where I'm going, but with friends, support groups, and God himself carrying me, I will stay alive