Lost

(from Brainstorms)

Clouds closed in.
Fog so thick it seemed easier
To let myself become engulfed
Rather than try to climb
To higher ground.

The peaks seemed farther away
Each day
I followed the path
That led down instead of up.

Did I have a choice?
Lost.
Lost myself.
I lost myself.

How does that even happen?
To stand on my own two feet
And let myself
Slip away.