My Self

It descends like a weary fog,

Sending doubt

Scattering through thoughts,

The body feeling slow,

Heavy,

Clumsy.

From where it comes

I do not know,

How it turns clarity

To dust,

I do not know.

What to trust?

My self,

That’s what.

Turn to my self,

Myself,

Myself who loves me, I can trust myself.