Through the fog

Eyes glued to windshield
hunched forward in the seat
trying to see
trying to stay in control.

There is nothing to see
and no where to go
except for the long winding road
leading nowhere.

Through the trees
twists and turns
the fog so thick
I'm sure I can cut it.

I am scared.
Approaching headlights
may spell my doom.
One mistake is all it takes.

But there is no stopping,
only moving forward, onward.
For the one who stops
may very well be the one to cause the crash.

I hold my breath and keep going.
I am shaking.
Concentration a necessity
holding the wheel tightly.

I want to close my eyes.
Take a break.
Wait till it clears.
But no such relief.

The fog engulfs me
holds me tight
surrounds me.
There is no stopping now.

Will I make it?
Or will I get lost in the fog
forever wandering
trying to find my way back home.