I have long since
Learn to listen to my
Gut instincts
Because everything else
Can be tricky and false

Only my instinct that
Is connected to my soul
Can truly tell me
If I'm on the right path

But what happens
When the soul
Is badly yearning
For something to achieve

But it can't happen
Not yet
For the vessel
Isn't ready

What does my
Gut instincts
So want to do
To start?

My doctorate

It is ready to
Take flight toward
My moon
The next one

But I can't
Not even one year
Into recovery
I know technically
I'm not ready

If I jump the gun
It'll be a
Catastrophic failure
Of epic proportions
Can't have that

But when?
The waiting
Is the worst
Suspended animation
Yet again

No matter where
I am in life
Though I know
What my purpose is

There are other things
On top of the purpose
That I must do

Not something I merely want
But something
Every part of my being
Desperately needs

As I sit and write
I pray to have
The answers soon
So my
Gut instincts
Can answer their calling

And my tears
Dry with the rain
Blow away in the wind
To a rainbow of peace
Of the heart and soul