Giving her a voice,
the her that lurks deep within.
Light tappings throughout my years,
waiting patiently to be chosen.
Longing to be pulled out,
yet allowing the journey towards discovery.
Her knocking has become fierce,
full of eagerness and passion.
Sometimes in my stillness,
I hear her faint cry, "release me, it is time."
She excites and frightens me simultaneously.
My heart beats peacefully in response to her voice and whispers, "you know she is the best of you."
My ego fears where we will go.
She desires to drag me along for her ride,
she won't for her way is as delicate
as the wings of a butterfly.
She understands the choice is mine,
even in her infiniteness this pains her.
For she is my soul, begging to be heard.
