The mist creeps in, so cold, so tight,
it swallows wrongs, it dims the light.
No scars remain, no fractured past,
just whispered echoes, fading fast.
It wraps my bones in silver shroud,
hides all that's broken, all too loud.
Soft yet strong, it takes my hand—
a ghostly guide through shadowed land.

As I wander through the day,
I let the rush just drift away.
I pause to breathe, to rest, to see—
there’s hidden beauty quietly free