Guided

The map of my life has unfolded full of rips and tears. Some have been taped over, landmarks still legible. And some leave behind missing information, craters where streets and buildings and trees used to be.

Sometimes it’s nearly impossible to traverse at all. Sailing around in circles, always always wondering; Why am I lost? Why am I unlovable? Why was I manipulated? Why am I always scared?

The answers are almost never fair.

One day though, I looked up at the sky (just having noticed that there was a sky). And I saw the sun and I knew what time it was. And at night I saw the moon and the stars and I knew which way was North or South, East or West.

So, the map of my life has unfolded full of rips and tears. But all in all, it’s a map and I can tell where I’ve been. And I’m learning how to trust in the universe to find where I’m going.