Fog - Liz Woodington

Sat on a bench,
Gazing at God's creation,
The sun sparkled
Highlighting utter artistry.
Watched in awe,
Seeing the smiles on people's faces,
People relaxed,
Slowing down to take a moment,
To look and watch.
Peace was very evident.

The dense fog,
Appeared in an instant,
Obliterating the scene,
Cutting off vision
And forcing paralysis.
Lingering,
Not lifting,
Blinding the way forward.
The atmosphere completely different.
Sadness and fear were very evident.

In this moment,
It was very hard to remember,
The fantastic feelings of before,
The beauty had been annihilated.

But hold on a moment,
Looking up,
The sun seemed to try to shine,
Slight gaps in the fog appeared,
And it seemed to be retreating,
More and more of the view returning.
Bit by bit warmth invaded,
Filling me with happiness once more.

Isn't it a bit like life?
Things can be going so well
And then suddenly despair rears it's head.

But there's always hope,
Hope of the splendour reoccurring,
Memories to cling on to,
Glimpses of a way out,
Snippets of freedom coming.

Liz Woodington