This thick fog drifts over me
threatening to engulf and overwhelm.
It’s tough, so tough, to peer through it.
That’s why so many don’t even try.

But, like a lighthouse’s lonely labouring,
I resolutely refuse to relent.
I will not succumb to the temptation
to drown in the fog of despair.

I do see the distant murky outlines
of what my soul desperately needs.
The metaphorical blood which pumps around my everything
bringing happiness and calm.

Do not underestimate my determination nor my principles.
I will resist the pressure to conform
to what this place strives to create.
I will survive the fog.