Through the Fog

I walked into the silence,

where even my shadow felt too heavy to carry.

The world was blurred—

a dim horizon,

a weight pressing against my chest

like an anchor I never chose.

But still, my feet moved.

One step, then another,

through the ache,

through the doubt,

through the fog that whispered I’d never make it out.

And somewhere inside the gray,

a flicker.

Not fire—

not yet—

but the faintest glow,

soft as breath,

enough to remind me

that even the smallest light

can guide you home.

— Emery Lane Grey