He asked me the question that
I've avoided asking myself
Fearful of my emotions,
so I steer my thoughts elsewhere
Diverted myself towards a different road for so long
But there it was in the stillness of night,
where all the distractions had faded away,
that specific moment where the only thing that exists in you is sincerity
In that serene moment the question became inevitable
So comes in; A memory,
a distant feeling that feels so familiar
So the windows open and let out only a drop amongst the billions and more
that had been shed inside silently,
every time the question was avoided
Dreadful of this sadness,
I so desperately tried and tried to numb
All this time, thinking I had to sacrifice my
one only true passion in life
He catches the drop and smiles;
"but you see, you are the master of your own freedom"
It was in that and there;
The memory sparked
and was uncovered from its
tight dusty bandages
The only person or thing to have ever truly stood in my way is I and only me.
So in my tearful epiphany, I finally answer:
Unfulfilled potential
