journey lines : no map of me

journey lines, 
there's no map of me.
I'm unexplored, undiscovered.
I'm foreign, lost to those who fear the unknown or the wrong way, the difficult path. 

I'm hard. I'm challenging.
But I won't alter or sway or bend. 
I won't.

Just so someone can reach me.

You have to want to try to know me. 
And be prepared for hardness.

There's beauty, but there's harsh & wild as well.

If you can't be with the wild, or cope with the harsh,
you lose the beauty.

The whole soul.