Unfold the map and guess
Which X marks the spot
There’s more than one
In red, in blue, permanent, erasable
I do the calculations in my head
If this, then that
What if, and it will hurt
Excuses, protests, a puzzle
Then that old vision statement
I wrote for myself:
I am brave, I show up
I move forward
Tap, tap the map
Sleep on it
But the only way to X
Is to lift your feet
(The roots are strong enough)
(We’ll figure it out, little heart)
With Love,
Natalie