A faltering North

Posted on April 20, 2013


Trying to adjust this compass

A strain to find my true north

Broken and beaten, but still here

Battered and shaken, but still I will persevere

It is times like these our vision blurs

Coming into focus as the flog appears

Further upon a rising

A contact varied

Just working on this compass

Sorting through the muck and grime

A longing for changing is all but mine