The Fog

There comes a time in life

When a fog rolls in

Youth makes you run away

Because the fog clings

But it always finds you

Like it’s tethered to you

But if you turn ’round

Walk like a pilgrimage

You always get through

And whilst it’s scary first

And it does cling on

It’s more of a caress

That wants to help heal

Turn, face, and walk through it

Fog always passes

And you will remain here