There was a haze in her mind
Foggy layers swirling across images
Making them seem dark, cold and lonesome
Once happy summer days
Looked barren and unwelcoming
A glimmer of hope flashed through the fog
Much like a lighthouse guiding a ship to safety
Locking on to this idea
She slowly followed the faint light
Hesitant
Scared she would get stuck on jagged rocks
Hoping to reach a friendlier shore
This willed her to press onward
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