Compass

A poem

Take my hand,

I can’t promise you

that I’ll guide you to salvation,

but I will help you to find your path.

He, he who was once so broken

little boy lost,

standing upon the shoulders of giants

searching for direction,

heart a compass,

led blindly by hope.

Journeys are often tedious,

but made tolerable

by a loving hand,

united as they embark upon

roads less travelled

whispering of undiscovered adventures,

excitement within your heart.

I can’t promise you,

my love,

that we won’t come across obstacles,

Or that dead ends

may send us back miles,

but, as long as you want me

as long as you need me

I promise,

to be your companion

along this road called life.

For

THE FICTION DEALER

prompt - Compass.