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The mist is too heavy, she stumbles but steadies herself,
Looks around, tries to find and offer support;
Takes the ones around her, with her, they smile, make merry.

In a strange world she is now, looks around- the fog blinds her,
She tries to hold on, tries to slow down,
Finds her rock, the one that constantly holds her in place,
She is steadier, more confident, could do without the rock too now,
The mist clears, making way for sunshine,
she looks around, trying to locate the rock that was there all throughout,
Finds none, sees her own outstretched hand in the mirror besides her.
She has found the rock, its within her,
She has found her footing, refuses to stumble!