Sometimes I don’t know what to say to make it all ok
I don’t know what to say when nothing goes my way
It all seems so difficult to navigate when the compass spins and never points in a direction in which to follow
They tell me one foot in front of the other for there is no need to wallow
‘All will fall into place’
As I fall from grace
Directions are all a jumble, so I continuously stumble and crash against the water’s edge
As I allege that I have done nothing to deserve this uncertain path
Claiming innocence is a fool’s wrath
However I may feel, I know it cannot be denied, that in the end it has always been
Me, Myself, and I
To lift me out of murky waters, that is what I must do
Let that damn compass spin, two can play this game it’s true!
Suddenly I found the words I’ve been missing
No longer silent I shall be
For finding words—and my way—is the wave that I will take to gracefully sail away
I dedicate this poem for whomever may find themselves stuck between a rock and a seemingly impossible hard place. Be patient with yourselves, waves of change are but a high tide away.

by Gilda Tavernese
