The Mist

by Connor Zimmerman on February 7, 2020


A head shrouded in grey mist
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by Sarah Heavren ’21

There’s a mist that appears at times.
What is real becomes hard to find.
In my mind it clouds and obscures
The things that I’ve thought, seen or heard.

The mist’s purpose is to deceive
All the things my brain perceives.
It adds an element of doubt
To things I should be sure about.

The Real and True are always there.
And through the thick mist they declare
That even if I cannot see
There is always faith, hope, and charity.

Although the mist can induce fear,
There’s a way my mind can be clear.
A little Light is all it takes
To make the thick mist dissipate.