And your true north fades.
And your forest turns dark you get caught in a thunderstorm and you’re lost and you collapse and betray yourself and blame yourself and hold your heart to the fire, knowing no other thing to do.
And then the sun rises.
And the rain slows to a drizzle.
And you realize you've been here before.
And you stand up and just start going.
And you’re not sure to where, or in which direction, but you know you have to go.
