The Haze

The Haze

I wake up in a haze,
that follows me
like a shadow weighed down
with the guilt of yesterday
and the broken promises
of tomorrow.

Each step heavier than the last,
soon it will catch up with me,
the shame and the trust-
lost to the haze.
Clouded judgment and jaded memories-
lost in the haze.

Slowly it encircles; trapping, blinding.
So thick I can hardly breath,
hard is it for the light to break through,
but as it does it reveals the truth-
the light shines upon
the jaded and the broken.

I have to be careful
to tread lightly
through the haze.