the way

I'm finding my way 
through the fog of life.
Stumbled often,
so often
grabbed a hand,
reaching out from the mist,
once invisible, 
yet now warm in my grasp.

Once just me, now we,
walk aimlessly together,
found together 
within the clouds,
somehow
we found us 
through the blindness, 
the opaque whiteness 
around us.

We wander yet no,
a purpose unfolds.
It is our journey together,
that defines the path.

Upon finding that 
warm hand,
I sense the way.