Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

True North

Every path I ever took

Led me in a direction

Often to a destination

(But not always)

I never found True North until

I stopped travelling

Paused

And noticed this place

Between what has gone before and

What is yet to come

This bitter sweet place of becoming

My own True North

◄ How to be Happy

How to be Old ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Fri 17th Jun 2022 16:44

A beautiful, hopeful poem, Hazel! 🌷

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message