Compass

I'm reaching for the stars.

I'm reaching for hope in this desolate place.

I'm trying to put a smile on a grim face.

It's hard to see the light sometimes.

Pitch black darkness can make you nearly go blind.

I try to keep my inner torch lit so I can navigate through the mist.




I try to keep my head up so I don't  drown in the abyss.

Sometimes it seems like theirs no bottom to the murky depths of sorrow.

Then I still my nerves and remember.... Their always tomorrow.

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