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

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Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Fri 17th Jun 2022 16:44

A beautiful, hopeful poem, Hazel! 🌷

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