UnWritten

To speak for the soul is like wind to a sail,

an unwritten rule that your heart can not tell.

Emotions become vivid like it's happened already,

your mind leaves the room and your heart it is steady.

A power comes over you, an energy you feel,

inside you light up while the world starts to peel

Away from your outside and then start to form,

a place somewhere else, your own perfect storm.

It's just you alone but you feel something else,

an attachment inside you quite close to yourself.

Not sure how to place it, feels like a best friend,

it knows more than you but still a hand it will lend.

Much confidence in this as it never is wrong,

there's a reason why certain feelings drag out for so long.

The hardening cement that holds the thing you desire,

and strikes up a match creating a fire.

Inside you, you feel it, those emotions pour out,

don't stop them from flowing because you know there's no doubt.

Effortlessly it slides through with no thought at all, 

secretly as it happens you're starting to fall,

Fall for the fact it's been so easy to go,

place to place in your heart in an effortless flow.

The wait it was worth it no matter the stretch,

you knew if you listened, what came for you you'd catch.

Your body fills up, feeling locked into place,

Giving your best towards the end, staring defeat in the face.

So take gently what you got because it doesn't stop there,

stay strong and always grateful for the things you find rare.