Dragged down, bogged down
Heavy and wrinkled
Calm but sinking
Caked and soaked
Cracked and battered
Ankle-deep and slinging
The compass is dirty
Need to find my true north
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Who is this girl Psychologist mimi
I love to travel, try new foods, ingest caffeine, and watch political news coverage. A psychologist by training trying to bring a little common sense to it all.
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I love your poem. It is relatable for me. I am working on finding my true north. I have had to process some really dark and ugly stuff from my past recently. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you!
Best wishes on your journey. It’s great you are working on it! Cheers
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