Expression #1

I stand in a field.

With no grass on the ground.

Just soil.

I look

I am surrounded by fog.

I can not see beyond this fog…

I am lost

Its not dark but yet scarey

Its not bright but its gloomy

I am in fear of my own shadow

Where do i go

Where do i turn

I scream but no sound is heard

I am lost in a world of fog.

I fall to the harded ground

I cant give up

I have to stand up

I have to be strong

I must change my life

I stand

I look around

I step one step farward and the fog follows me

I look a head and there on the ground was these very beautyful path stones

I choose to stand on the symbol i liked the look of

It turned sliver and the rest went blank

I had found my path

I choose another and another

The fog was lifting

The light was exciting

I felt fresh air

I became motivated

Again the more path stones i choose the more i felt free