See.

Cracking, crying.

Reeking of  many failures

Tasting the bitterness of shame and fear

Feeling that it’s cold, and being caressed by regret

All senses worked but my one of direction, I need and long for it.

A compass of hope

 a good friend

long ago

Where? Here

Said you can do it

So now go

My compass

Showed me hope

Where? Here

Up is where I’ll go.
Thank you

my little compass

Lets go, lets go.