Lost In The Mist

A hand
lost in the mist
a voice
hushed
barely whispering
reaching touching
the essence of our soul
and we run around
crazily
in this mist
lost
afraid to move
to feel

desperately
looking around
for that hand

moments
in which the mist clears
there we see it
constant
unwavering
it was just our eyes
and fears
plaguing
haunting us..
preying on our
fears..

and the mist
clears as the
veil of disbelief
and the whisper
changes to
a melody
our hearts
recognized
the ones
who always knew
and we feel again
and we hear our heartbeats
and we know we are alive
and we rejoice in that hand
that nothing could shake
only we who had wavered..

~Madeira Aftab~

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