I am my own compass
I need not follow a weathered vane
I have tossed away the pointed shards
I cried, and now I’m done
These false prophecies
Leave me feeling no pain
This venomous smile
Leaving me wiser
I am my own compass
I need not follow the yellow brick road
I’m tuning out all the unsteady lullabies
I cried, and now I’m done
Too many tired, false sighs
Leaving me righteous
Scylla and Charybdis steer cruddy muddy waters
But I have my own charted path
My compass will turn into gold
I got it right
Its all right
I am my own north star
Categories: Culture, Health, identity, Poetry, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
Good for you 😊
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thanks! 🙂
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It’ll lead you where you need to be 🙂
Love this ❤
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thank you 🙂 cheers
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I really like this poem and the quote “I am my own compass & north star.” 🌟
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thank you for such a nice note 🙂
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Quite an empowering piece, I really like it 🙂
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aww. thank you so much I greatly appreciate that
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Yes! I could say a lot of other stuff but basically just YES!
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high five!
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