People have been complaining;
The lack of sun, the cold,
The eternal days of winter,
Their eyes closed to the beauty,
All draped in the misty fog, partially hidden from view.
I smile and nod at their protestations,
But in my heart, a deeper truth blossoms.
I, too, have been wrapped in fog,
Stumbling through an eternal winter,
My beauty hidden from view,
My spark dimmed by challenge and sadness.
But as the pendulum swings back,
I will emerge,
Bathed in the golden light of hope,
My beauty shining bright for all to see.