A map of direction
By: Najah Shuqair
The winds of fate will often sway,
And pull us in the strangest way.
A fork in the road, a sign unseen,
Yet still we walk, with hearts serene.
North may call, or South may sing,
East or West, the choices ring.
But what’s the map, or compass true,
When all we seek is what’s within you?
A step, a leap, a pause, a glance,
The journey whispers through the dance.
For direction’s not a place to find,
But where our souls are intertwined.
It’s not the road that’s carved in stone,
But the path that leads us to our own.
And though the world may shift and spin,
The truest course is found within.
So follow not the signs you see,
But listen to what sets you free.
For in the end, we are the guide,
And direction’s there, where hearts reside.