To accept your calling,
a delicate decision
of the most
difficult
in nature
your soul has no voice,
it cannot speak
only delicate nudges
towards something
more
an intuition of a thousand
languages,
though her guidance
is seldom
sought
find this elegance,
this draw towards
death,
face the pit
and the fears
within it
take the sword,
my dear son
the weapon
of your
purpose
step into the unknown,
and trust the silent
whispers
go farther,
and fear not
enlighten,
enliven,
awaken
rise, and rise again
listen to her call,
her delicate
yet all powerful
force
trust and accept,
your destiny,
all that you are
meet your potential
and listen not
to the world
and even if you fall,
you will know that
-in the end-
you gave it your all