When you drop a compass
Or lose something you deemed indispensable
That leaves you having to relocate –

If you lose you footing
And trip over a bundle of lagged emotions
Triggering and firing within

Or have a pillar, that was the rock
Your rock
that stood sturdy amongst the waves and tides
before it got carried away,
Riding on the highs

You are a building no more
aloof, vulnerable, and un-encompassed.

Tears, they drain you dry inside-out.
The rocks weathered; as much as your eyes have drowned.

Your heart breaks and a forest grows in the desolate
And as you wander beneath the thick covers
you wonder
if you would ever find every bit of yourself that you have lost.


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