The gulf between
the man that I am
and the man that I should be
has an immeasurable span,
a treacherous, turbulent divide!
The right way seems
scribbled on a faded map
where the deep dragons dream
and the sea pours over the edge
into an airless eternity.
The wrong way seems
the well-worn path
through familiar meadows
shaded by trees
ready to hang me
from their gnarled branches!
My compass is broken
the glass, cracked
the needle, a weapon
that can protect or slay;
I seek answers, and comfort
and a guide to light my way!