I found this poem in the back of my notebook. I cannot remember writing it. I did but I don’t know when. I know it is about foggy. It is a positive poem. If your foggy is troubling you, take heart you can rise.
When the noise gets too much I rise,
When the poking and prodding gets too much I rise,
When the darkness gets to much I rise,
To escape his judgement,
To escape his sneering,
To escape his laughter,