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
Together
we can have a working whole
Fear has no way to true north
August 26, 2002
Tressa Lee Breen
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