We cannot see the future; It’s not for us to view. It’s hidden in the mists of time Along a path that’s new. Though we can learn from past mistakes Our future is always obscured By an unknown gulf of wonder Whose outcome is never sure. But with hope and heart And willingness to strive For what is best Our prospects can be joyful Fulfilling; truly blessed.
I stand by the road
Watching the sun rise:
Dissipating the early morning fog
Which has hung like a blur
Across the landscape.
The frost freezes my toes and fingers
And my breath, a smoky dragon breath
Hangs in the morning air.
First there was nothing
Not a hand before my face
Could be seen in the dark whiteness;
As though the world was lost to me.
Even the sounds were muffled.
But then comes a glimmer
Turning grey to yellow
So that cloudiness
Thins into suffused brightness.
And then with one intense burst of sunlight,
The world throws off its murky past.
And all that seemed lost is found.
The birds trill their morning greetings.
And the road ahead emerges,
A winding, uncertain track
Reaching into the distance.
But now I know which way to travel.
I start out, gladly, full of hope.
I wrote this poem as a metaphor. It is about emerging from depression. It is possible to feel lost, as though every person, thing and place we know has changed and disappeared from our lives; as though we are cut off and shrouded from the world and can find no future. That is the dark night in the fog. However, gradually, oh so gradually light emerges; we begin to see a way forward and no matter how uncertain it is, it is so important to recognise the way and take the chance. For there is always a way forward, no matter how far we have sunk into ourselves.