When You Can’t Find Your Way

Where do you run when you can’t find your way?

Every direction calling, barking different reasons to pull you.

Or worse, no sound at all–no options.  And you puddle in the center.

Many days inner me screams with need for flight to freedom.

Yet I don’t really know where that is.

And I simply hear no voice to follow.

©MidwestFantasy

04/09/2017