Direction

In life we travel far and wide,
but, inside ourselves we tend to hide.
Often veering beaten path,
succumbing to, unsavory wrath.
Untrue axis, around, among us,
Hope's internal, we own a compass.
Stumbling as, we trip and fall,
needing balance, we tend to call.
Found surrounded, by ragged layers
Reach within, to heed it's prayers.

©~Outdoors2 29/Sept/07