Smoke Within the Swirling Mist

Smoke Within the Swirling Mist

I am trapped in a world of shadows
Suffocated by a pressing mist
Pulled away from all warmth and light
Pulled into a great abyss.
I long to see anything, even smoke
For it is thin and rising form a glowing flame

Long extinguished is any flame
I have had. Not a glimmer of hope in the shadows
Escapes me. I feel like I have turned to smoke
Suppressed, restrained by this deadly mist.
I am long trapped in this abyss
I am long deprived of light.

Suddenly a spark of light
Not quite a soft white flame
Appears at a distance, changing the feel of this abyss.
I am still caught in the shadows
But something has begun to thin the mist:
A softly floating smoke.

A figure seems to be in the smoke
Not a source of warmth or light
But still it breaks this heavy mist.
It dances around like a playful flame
Making me forget these shadows;
Taking me from this dark abyss.

I thought I was forever cursed to this abyss
But then this mysterious smoke
Appeared; lightening the shadows
But without bringing light.
It has sparked a flame
In me that banishes the mist.

Now ever rising is the mist
And I see there is no abyss.
There is now a flame
But there is no true smoke
There is only she, my light
That truly banished all the shadows.

I'm no longer trapped in shadows deprived of light,
Deprived of flame. I am not trapped in the dark abyss
Because of her: the smoke within the swirling mist.