I was born with nothing—

so I searched for something.

Where my dreams held fear,

my heart held hope.

I ran in every direction

trying to find my path.

Lost in a sea of scraps,

I found a compass.

And I followed north.

Scavenging, wandering,

letting my curious mind drift

through broken pieces and forgotten things.

Beneath the rubble,

I found a star.

I saw hope.

I saw a future.

And I knew

I would survive—

with a compass

that pointed north.

Previously: Wasteland