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Incoming Fog by Michelle Wells As I drive down life's highway, And I see the road ahead, I wonder if I am dreaming, Because the life I see, I dread. I long to do a U-turn, And go the opposite way. I long to live the life that has passed, Just once again today. What I see ahead of me, Is not as clear as before. The exits that were once open to me, Somehow God has closed its door. Why am I forced to go down this path? The picture's not as clear as I once knew. The pains of life's travel, At one time, so small, have now grew. There's not a choice to get off this road, Another route is no option to me. I must endure what lies ahead, I must face the giant my eyes begin to see. God becomes my guide, Faith becomes my key. Life becomes the vehicle, To get me to my destiny. As I approach my obstacle ahead, My driving speed, God begins to log, He wants me to remain steady and believe, I can make it through the "Incoming Fog." |
 This poem was a finalist in the November 2008 poetry contest |
Please contact Michelle Wells at "michelledw74@yahoo.com" to request permission to use this poem.