The Map Without Directions Poem by Opeyemi Mariam Sonaike

In a world of roads where signs abound,
A traveler wanders, where none are found.
With compass heart and feet of dreams,
They chase the whispers of silent streams.

No arrows pointing, no maps unfurled,
Just instinct's call in a vast, wild world.
Each step a question, each turn a chance,
Guided by stars in a cosmic dance.

Through tangled woods and meadows wide,
They find their path where the shadows bide.
The mountains murmur, the rivers sing,
Nature's language, a sacred thing.

With no destination, the journey's the prize,
Discovery lies in the unseen skies.
The wind carries secrets, the earth holds grace,
In every moment, they find their place.

For signs may mislead, but the heart knows true,
In the depths of the forest, in the morning dew.
A traveler guided by an inner flame,
Finds solace in wonder, and joy without name.

So let the road twist, let fortune bend,
For the journey itself is the truest friend.
With open eyes and a spirit so free,
The map without directions is the way to be.