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Dense fog hovers,
cannot discern what exists beyond,
know only despair.
Downcast,
soul remains under duress,
find no relief from distress,
dale is my only domain.
Sadness overwhelms,
trapped in the abyss,
stuck in the crevice,
cannot escape from the swale.
Pain breaks loose,
gut-wrenching sobs
purge my soul
of stifling sorrow
until sleep overtakes
before a dreaded tomorrow.
Wake up,
fog is lifting,
grief is giving way to healing.
I see a stream
that did not previously exist,
a stream made up of my tears,
tears that were drowning my soul.
With a heart free of hopelessness,
leave hollow of heaviness behind,
happiness replaces heartache.
I’m climbing out of the cavern,
rising above,
emerging valiantly from the ravine,
traveling from valley to victory.
From gloom to glee,
from desperation to delight,
mourning now a memory.
Thankful to the One
who penetrated the fog,
prompted the tears,
presented Himself,
prepared the way,
and healed me of the pain.
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