The Map

We are all trying our best to read this map, with no key.
To keep from leaving too many pieces of ourselves as breadcrumbs, eaten alive before we find our way back.
Don’t fool yourself, we all fumble at best. Some crawling,others walking tall still blind.
Day falls into night, sun a comfort and stars…oh, the stars, a lovely visceral reminder of infinity.
Some of us learn the lay of the land too late, walking in the valley no light on our face. Others remain on the path set before them, face to the sun.