Some days I feel like I’m in a fog.
There is a constant haze that blurs what is in front of me
just enough that I can’t make out what it is.
I close my eyes tightly to clear away the confusion but it doesn’t go away.
Is it real, does it steal, does it try to control my soul standing still?
Darkness creeps up silently trying to hide the haze that blurs what is in front of me.
It’s not doing me a favor by covering it away because it will still be there on another day.
I’m drifting into a sleepy dream trying to make light of the fog moving ever so slowly.
I close my eyes tightly to clear away the confusion and it goes away.
God has saved me from myself – He – has covered me,
protecting me from the darkness holding on so tightly.
© 2010 Jade Getchell
Confession Letters 