True North

True North

My compass has yet to point me clear
Desire's arms embrace so many ways
My heart has lead me down dead ends
Paths retreated alone

How do I trust myself when I point to you
My fear draws a dangerous map
My pain a treacherous trail not yours created
so not yours to be walked

Risk with me you say
for your compass has been bruised and broken as well
we can have a working whole

Fear has no way to true north

August 26, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen

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