out of the fog

we rise out of the fog,
slowly,
the thick grey
air
that swamps the land
we walk on.
no light, no sense of
direction.
it takes time, to find
our way through.
it's confusing, unnerving,
to believe one thing
but know
that the truth is
something else.
the cognitive dissonance
makes us dizzy.
what is real, what isn't.
slowly and carefully
we find our way through.
touching the ground,
the trees with our hands.
finding the path
back to light, out
of the fog, at last.