my compass, my captain.

My Compass, My Captain

Trapped within this endless labyrinth,

Where doubts twist like thorny vines.

Disillusioned and directionless,

I search for the path that leads me, Home.

Yet, I will trust the compass of my soul,

And march through the maze of uncertainty.

I will push beyond these question marks—

Dark storm clouds that loom above.

I will sing through the shadows of doubt,

That rise like towering hedges around me,

Obscuring my view, distorting my direction.

I will hum my sailor’s shanty.

I will fix my gaze ahead,

Shutting out the distractions that surround me.

Believing that this compass will guide me, Home.

When I meet a dead end -

A barricade of unanswered questions -

I will pivot, turn, and press on,

Pursuing the Way with unwavering resolve.

I will not surrender to despair.

I will not linger in the thickets of ambiguity.

I will not stand still long enough

For the wicked weeds to weave

deceitfully around my footing—

Stifling my spirit, strangling my hope.

As I navigate through this maze,

I will look to the golden sun,

And let its light become my beacon,

leading me, Home.

I will heed the whispers of the wind,

That whooshes and whirls,

Towards the Way that will carry me, Home.

I will follow with steadfast faith,

The compass deep within me,

For I know my Captain is steering me,

Home.

The map is a mystery,

And I feel I’m walking blindly,

But this compass keeps calling me,

Home.