Let her compass chart the course

A poem

6/23/20231 min read

red pencil on white and blue floral round plate
red pencil on white and blue floral round plate

let her compass chart the course,

seeking freedom’s sweet embrace.

in the realm of forty seasons,

solace found in present space

navigating currents of this voyage,

echoes of youth ignite her spirit,

yearning to explore untold tales

she’ll unearth strength beyond her limit

A mother

A captain

Discovers newfound peace