In the foggy mist, hangs a feeling
A mourning
A desperate plea
It hangs among stark tattered branches
A crippling realization
That love is not enough
Unless it’s for yourself
Then it’s everything
Lost in the fog
Misplaced devotion
Unrealistic idolizations
Your mourning
Your desperate plea, changes you
In foggy mist, a hanging feeling begins to lift, with a coming day
Clear, stark tattered branches
They love you, unconditionally
They ask you to love yourself, unconditionally
You lift with the fog, your mourning subsides, your desperate plea answered
A careless answer, unknowingly given
You listened and heard
You are loved, by you
Love and Light, M