My Compass Showed Me Hope


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.


This poem is about: 


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741