In all of this it’s easy to see that fog rolling in.
The impending doom and despair that inevitably nips at the heels of struggle and trial.
It’s expected and dreaded and hated.
It’s anxiety barreling full speed before colliding with crushing force in the mind.
Everything is upended. Maybe it needed to be.
But it’s not all falling part.
It just seems like it with all the misery going around in places far removed from here.
My corner is secure and that’s what matters.
Seems like the reports and predictions are worse than the affliction. There’s suffering and there’s death, but there’s also good and there’s also recovery.
There’s a light breaking through that never dimmed, we just covered it up with the gloom and despair and the urgency of the drama.