I have a groaning, a pain inside,
It’s like something needs to connect, not hide,
What’s really there?
Will people stare?
When the deep things are first described?
More than a desire, it needs to be free,
As I feel and sense it coming with speed,
For it’s a key part,
From within my heart,
Read my destiny; this is on that screed.
There are times when I catch a glimpse,
A song, a poem, a phrase on one’s lips,
I know it then,
I want it again,
Yet too often the connection fads or slips.
There must be something deep in my core,
That goads me on to seek all the more,
I must not fail,
I need to prevail,
Until I find that place, sphere or realm’s door.
Two markers will prudently guide my way,
The first is truth, on that path I must stay,
I want only reality,
Not what others want for me,
Unless my heart aligns, they’re only passé.
The second marker is when I come alive,
No need to force or to insanely strive,
A natural, just-me fit,
With creativity in it,
Where the buzz of excitement is a beehive.
God, I sense this is what You made me for,
Please now walk with me and unlock that door,
I’m ready for the change,
My life to rearrange,
I have a sense I’ll be enthralled to my core.