Proverbial

 

My heart; always served as a compass

“She” became my sense of direction,

That innateness that permeates thoughts

That magnetic indicator guiding me

Fueling effortlessly my hearts beats

And in that I found, I was found to- be

I found comfort as well expectancy

I found my purpose, all my definitions

Wrapped up in words and warmth of her

Loving her was my whole existence

But in the midst of a nights fog, she left

And I- keep finding myself ungrounded

Without purpose; what’s left of… me?

 

Poet of the Light © 2019

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