My Ethereal Compass
- Surviving Breast Cancer
- Dec 6, 2024
- 1 min read
By William Laferriere
Darkness descends, yet
Something flickers,
A flame illuminating my path
Whispers in the universal void,
My spirit, a connective thread
Weaves through this labyrinthine existence
Unseen, yet present,
The rhythm of the universe,
A sweet, soft song guides my steps
I look to the mountains,
I look to the wind,
I strive to overcome the impossible
Amidst all the chaos and confusion,
I stand secure, unwavering, at the helm,
And I navigate towards calmer shores
In moments of doubt,
A sudden surge, a wave of conviction,
Washes away uncertainty
Through the many valleys of remorse and sorrow,
It transforms into a gentle, clear stream,
Carving new channels of hope
When joy overflows,
It dances, a wild and free spirit,
Vibrantly painting the sky
In the quietest of moments,
It whispers ancient wisdom, and
Echoes of lessons to be learned
Formless yet formed,
Invisible, yet seen,
My spirit guides, nudges, embraces
It is the compass in the storm,
With roots in shifting sands,
Providing wings needed to soar
Through life’s many challenges,
It remains, a constant companion,
Ever-evolving, ever-guiding, ever-me.
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