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.
