Everywhere I read
I see that
"this is
the right
direction."

But how is it
I feel so
unsure
of where I'm
going and
of who I am and what
I need within my
aching fire
of a soul

they say that
life's the journey
that every
turn has
purpose
that in every single
moment,
pulse,
I'm heading towards
the sun

My soul is
sitting in a tree
the highest branch
in ecstasy's confusion
where I don't know how to climb to
either end
to
fall like
fruit or
hug the weathered  
post and hold on
for my life

they say this is
the right direction
but I want to see it
with my eyes.