Beyond the Mist

It is like walking
In a fog,
Or a mist,
That engulfs every single thing
It permeates all
And
Leaves nothing to spare
It is neither light
Nor is it dark
It is purely existential
There is no up
Or down,
Near or
Far
It both suffocates
And
Offers freedom
You cannot touch it
But
It can touch you
As it sets in
There is a choice

To give effort
or
To simply surrender

It seems as if there is nothing
And yet
Something lies in wait
A path appears
Vaguely,
But there
One foot in front
Then the other
The drifting mist
Begins to fade
To melt
The light is bright
But
Still nothing is quite clear
There is a coolness
A fresh feeling
A calm excitement
The path becomes
More clear
Less daunting
There has been ascent
Unnoticed
But
A glance down
Confirms a climb
As the misty fog
Sits
As a settled mass
Upon the past