Smoke In My Eyes

The smoke has cleared for me a bit.
Things have happened.
I’m looking at the future with an amount of clarity that is acceptable.
No longer gazing aimlessly and confused, with not rose coloured glasses, but filthy, scratched cheap sunnies.
The sun is shining through now.
I’m no longer willing to grasp the faintest hope that comes along like a wisp of smoke.
Things are still hazy as the fire’s not completely out, but a gentle breeze has cleared the air, without stirring the embers up too much.
Rain will come eventually, and wash everything black and burnt away.
New life will spring forth, and grow stronger.
9th oct 2007

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