Mired

I feel stuck in a mire,

So thick and full I cannot see.

Its black, and it burns like the smoke of fire.

I simply must be free.

And yet the sky is clear;

The wind 's upon my face.

But still I feel a fear,

That the mire will give chase.

Perhaps I cannot see it;

That's not to say it isn't there.

Its clear to me my path 's not lit,

And none can say how I'll fare.

All I know is that it's real,

It clouds my body, mind, and soul.

If I get a chance away I'll steal,

And break free to my goal.

So its thick and full and I cannot see,

And my path is lost to fire.

But I'll stand tall; it won't defeat me,

I'll break free of this mire.