My hands tremble as I tightly clutch the map,
this was supposed to be my guide,
I was supposed to be safe if I followed.
Rules don’t help when you’re lost and blind.
Not knowing how I’ll ever find my way,
tears start splattering on the map.
This useless guide is transformed into a tissue.
As the ink starts to bleed and blur,
I take a pause, take a breath.
It’s time to go out on my own,
it’s time to follow luck and hope.
It’s time to forge my own path.