Honest Moment

I often lose my way. I forget who I am, what I stand for, what I believe in. I get lost in the idea of destination. Where will I arrive, who will I arrive as, when will I arrive. I try so hard to fit into everyone's perspectives, everyone's except my own. I forget to stop, look, and listen. Somehow, she brings me back, grounds me. Takes me from who I dream of becoming, into becoming who I'm suppose to be at that moment. In a cloudy, hazy, confusing world; She remains my guide. True North.