Compass

It seemed too daunting to walk through thick forest

Guided only by dim moonlight without stars scattered in the sky

With every crackling branch and rustling leave,

The night air got heavier and so were your legs

You stopped for a minute or two,

To understand where you were in the deep forest

Right at that point you could feel your companion was standing next to you,

when an owl howled unexpectedly and the eerie silence was broken

Both of you were too shocked

That the togetherness between you and her was also broken

You stepped away, she stepped away,

Yet you were the only one who tripped and hit the ground

It was a minor fall, but somehow the compass managed to slip out of your hands

How fast and how far did the compass run?

Just in a split second you were unable to catch a sight of its existence

And where did she go, your companion who were beside you all along?

Did she run for the compass? Probably

You were trying to get back on your feet,

When another howl rolled into the silence

You fell once again, now a little dizzy, you stayed there and rested

Eyes closed

A minute passed, you opened your eyes and got back on your feet,

Ready to run to your compass and your companion

Yet nothing is to be seen

Not even trees, leaves and branches

Not even stars. Not even moonlight

Not even your compass. Not even your companion

Pitch black

It is uneasy to move around in darkness,

To look for your compass and your companion,

Because you have no understanding of where you are going

But you persist in moving and notice that,

When your compass is not there,

When your companion is not there,

To help you navigate through the darkness,

Maybe it’s time when moral compass comes in handy

—DNP