My Own North Star
My Own North Star
A quiet hum, a gentle breeze,
No urgent calls, no need to please.
The world outside can spin and sway,
I find my peace in my own way.
No echoing steps upon the floor,
No voice to seek beyond my door.
Just silent thoughts, a mind at ease,
Unburdened by dependencies.
The path I walk, it's mine alone,
No guiding hand, no steady stone
Required to mark the way ahead,
My own true north, my spirit led.
For in this space, profoundly deep,
My truest self I truly keep.
A strength discovered, pure and keen,
The person I was meant to be,
Unseen
By crowds, unjudged by hurried gaze,
Content within my solitary days.
No void to fill, no empty chair,
Just self-completion, rich and rare.
A vibrant life, completely whole,
The sovereign master of my soul.
Copyright ©
Jami Patterson
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