The Fog

By Ricardo A. Belgrave

She skipped.
She ran.
She even jumped up and down with joy.
For this was one of those rare moments
When life was to her an extraordinary toy.

She shouted.
She sang.
She even screamed with delight.
If only every moment of every day
Could be this ecstatic and bright.

She hoped.
She sighed.
She then fell to her knees to pray.
If only He would create a miracle
And never make this wonderful feeling ever go away.

She paused.
She thought.
She saw the fog quickly approaching.
If only it would go away forever
Without the usual pain and coaxing.

She frowned.
She cried.
She felt the fog and its embrace.
She met an old friend again that would eventually cause her
Not to recognize her very own face.