She feels a little lost
like a compass with no north
she feels almost as if she's just floating
waiting for something
someone
anything to happen
but she realises
it's only because
she's not the one steering the ship

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guns and bullets
PoetryThe pen was the gun. Her words, the bullets. A collection of poetry I wrote when life happened.
3 - The compass
She feels a little lost
like a compass with no north
she feels almost as if she's just floating
waiting for something
someone
anything to happen
but she realises
it's only because
she's not the one steering the ship