North, South, East, West. Poem by Sandra jacks

To the east,
I grant my happiness,
and all I hold beloved,
and within this,
my many treasures,
my many adventures,
no struggles.

To the west,
I grant my memories,
horrible,
and amazing,
the overcoming,
of all my mountains,
the understanding,
of what is.

To the south,
you have my pain,
this is the worst grant,
and you have it all,
because i never want to have,
the horrible pain,
i once had,
i will never travel,
to the deepest,
dakest pits,
of the south,
in the coldest iciest,
most frigid unbearable,
unliveable region,
ever again.

And to the north,
you have my most,
valued possession,
the most amazing grant i can give,
to most wondrous thing i have left,
the most beautiful,
bright thing that possible.
Within you North,
you hold my future,
something no other gift,
can compare to,
not all the happiness in the world,
may compare,
to my beautifully,
perfectly,
made future,
it cannot be contained,
it cannot be measured,
it is all i have left.