Times Compass – A Poem

There is a compass within my skin.

When I was younger,

I believed that it would point me

towards my destiny but I seemed

to lose my way.

When I was older,

I thought that the compass

would lead me to my wish granted,

but I could never decide whether

I wanted to be seen or unseen.

When I was alone,

I thought the compass would show me

who I was supposed to love,

but it kept pointing

towards myself.

The direction of the compass

only changed direction

when I was finally able

to love myself.

At that point,

the compass moved to and fro frantically,

until it settled in a direction.

I followed where the compass pointed

and realized that

it was leading me to you.

It’s hard to believe

that eight years have passed

since I gave my heart to you.

Time stands still when we are together.

During that time,

I’ve seen you stitching my heart

with needle and thread.

You’ve talked to it softly

and told my heart that it was safe.

You have weaved magic into my life,

I see it every time I look at you.

When I look down at my heart,

I can see the compass that you’ve stitched

so carefully on its surface.

Now, as we look out at another year together,

I wonder where the compass will point next

and what adventure with you

awaits to be found.