Fixed in a state of fog and obscurity.
When will the dense mist subside?
Clear the skies in my mind and brighten the beacon in my chest?
And navigate this vessel into a path of clarity.
Weathered and in need of repairs, I wait.
Wait for this storm to pass.
For the sun to peak through the clouds and lift up this heavy heart.
Be guided through these rough waters,
and confidently traverse the unfamiliar seas.