Walking through the Fog

I've looked over the horizon

Waiting to see something clearer

Something that wasn't blurred or washed out

But it's all Grey

I've tried to come to terms with unconfirmed actions

Is it wrong that I don't know what to do at this moment?

That i'm still hoping and wishing

That all that fog on the horizon will clear

and there will be the brightest thing God put on earth.

That i'll know everything that is anything—

without hesitation—

i'll be able to see through things without them becoming transparent.

even through a beautiful opaque shield.

I've conquered everything but the fine lines of these variations

I've mistaken the blunt awareness of all my situations for muddled perception

I haven't seen clearer because i've prohibited myself

I've walked through the weeds pulling them up and calling them beautiful flowers

As if I call them anything else they'll become any less than they are

But the sudden awakening of realization

has made me a new. The shedding of the old filled to the brim with tears, and the birth of a new, filled with a new embodied mindset. My growing ever transcendent mindset.