where do i go with me?

i found her sitting in a corner hibernating in child's pose

frightened by the past and the uncertainty of a future unfulfilled 

one foot in comfort

one foot in passion 

a constant state of how, when and why 

where do i go when i think

i mean i believe 

my soul has conveyed its purpose

pulled back her curtains and let me in to her listening party

revealed her talents and infliction of love upon this world 

but the rationality toying with my brain told me to carry on in conventionality 

in comfort 

in dreams and clouds as sole manifestations of intentionality 

where do i go with me?

i found her

i held her by her very own hand but know not where to lead her 

a destiny to be fulfilled, draped in potentiality, 

coated with doubt and simultaneous certainty that this gift won't go untapped 

she will be unleashed whether or not i am the catalyst or the foe

she must be shared 

she must run free