The Needle To My Destiny

Guiding me through unfamiliar territory,
A needle glowing in the dark.

The constant whirl of three brass wheels,
Pointing the needle north.

The feel of dented, smooth, tarnished brass,
Leading me away from danger.

My compass is guiding me,
Guiding me to a new life.

The smell of musty undergrowth,
Surrounding the narrow path.

The breeze as cold as ice,
Chilling me to the bone.

Suddenly, I see light!
Shards of light filtering through the trees.

I run towards it, feet moving fast, thumping against loose ground,
I reach the end and breathe in the sweet open air.

I then look back into the woods,
Swirling with mist and darkness.

That was my old life,
Now I have stepped into my new.