Feel as though I am in the middle of a compass.

Bewildered feelings on the direction to take.

Each direction clouded by fog.

Unable to see in the distance. 

Feels like there are hands pulling me.

Uncomfortable feeling with each path.

Fight within is constant.

Every insecurity manifests itself. 

Carefully hidden in stoic stature.

Past failed directions replayed in my head.

Not regrets or mistakes, life lessons.

With the uncertainty of the future.

Must decide which unseen way to travel.

Wish the haziness would lift.

I step to a new direction in the compass. 

By Andrew Scott

From: Canada

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