Foggy Mourn

The fog sitting stale over the rolling hills
after a treacherous rain
mirrors my bleak and muted heart,
still in disbelief that you were taken away.

But hope, buried deep,
knows in time the fog will rise and dissipate.
A day of sunlight will shine once more
though now I sit in my foggy mourn.

My faith clings to God’s promise,
that in due time, hope will resurrect
my heart of sorrow into life once again.



©2021 Angel K Will
Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger from Pexels

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