The Mist

The mist

The mist is thick

Swirling

Depositing dew on my hands and face.

I stand in the mist as I search 

What am I searching for?

my dreams? my life?  my way?

A path must exist,

 I feel it's pull,

 but in many directions.

I am torn and  confused,

Unfocused.

A light shines in the mist and I walk towards it.  

Images of my life appear.

Decisions I've made,

Good and bad.

I would like to change some.

The light goes out, 

and I am once again left in darkness

with the mist swirling about my feet.

In the distance I see another light.

I head towards it 

but as I get closer the mist thickens, 

Nearly impassable.

I can barely make out images of myself. 

Happy

holding hands, 

enjoying my  life. 

I want to see more but the mist obscures my vision.

Another light appears. 

I head towards it easily.

The images are clear here.

They are of my sexual prowess... 

With partner after partner after partner.

I am ashamed....

This time the image does not disappear but changes. 

I see my self meditating

Exercising

Fasting 

Mentally and physically.

The image changes yet again 

this time it is of myself 

walking down a road 

and when I reach the end, 

over all the potholes 

and uneven cracks, 

I see that image of happiness I saw before.

I have some work to do.

The mist slowly recedes

The sun warms my face

And I begin to walk down that road.