You can hear them
without handing them the wheel
you can love them
without becoming
the road beneath their feet
their disappointment
may fall like rain
without becoming your storm
their expectations
may point toward every horizon
but they are not your north
so let them speak
let the silence answer
you can remain tender
without bending
you can say no
without turning to stone
and when someone says
this is the way
release the wheel
let the compass tremble
let every borrowed direction
fall away
until one quiet needle
finds its truth
and points
home to you
°Woodlights Woudlicht
