unknowing

And through the fog, I emerge. Not triumphantly as one would assume, But in victory none the less. I walk upon wobbly legs, Through a street, That once was there. My hair is matted, And my face is tear streaked, But i have survived. Though there is no one to hold me up, I feel as though i am weightless, And that small comfort keeps me pushing forward. As i walk past a world that once was, I notice that i am not alone, When all around me i see the life i knew come crashing down, I realize i must be ready to face whats next. And though i feel weak, I know i must be strong. As the calls from others reach my ears, I jump head first into the unknown.