My days are foggy. Like haze and all things heavy.

I am light, as measured by pounds on a scale. And yet…

It’s deceiving because I don’t feel anything but weighted, weighed down by my situation, the uncertainty of it all.

My heart is solid rock. My mind a gauzy tangled web.

I wish to see beyond the now. I want a glimpse of the happiness that is on the other side.

I know it’s too soon to be past it. Grief and sorrow don’t move that fast, even for me.

Yet still I wish for a hint of what’s to come, a sense of what possibilities can unfold.

Just a peek of what’s next, a tiny glimmer of hope to get me through.