My Compass

This is a slightly altered version of a poem I did in my senior year of high school, which the teacher selected to read in front of the class in a co-tie for best written poem. I don’t know where the original version is, which I thought in hindsight had a better ending. Alas.

You came down from above
pulling me from the depths of wallow.
The shining white of the chariot
relocating me from the
despariing crevice.

The new light reverberated
within me
a resurgence of happiness;
a euphoric hope
of a new friendship.

Now I stand before you,
my emotions stripped
of their inept guise.
No morsel of
inadequancy remains.

Your sincerity;
Your wisdom;
Your beauty;
Your being;
My compass.