The first invasion
of words into lines of pages
beginning in snail's pace
knowing I don't have what it takes
to run fast thinking this won't work
considering I'll probably retreat and turn

But it wasn't an occasion
that the words kick start
it was the echo
from before that led a spark
the ink moved itself
I expected the shout of scribbles
until I discovered
the story's whispering in silence

And perhaps it was the imagination
I didn't know I had
it kept me going
I didn't recall when
I reached this far

Or maybe it was the vision
that I didn't know I could see
oh how did I hear
the rhythm of heartbeat
the voice of silence
the thrum of wind
the low frequency from mars

until I realised...

It was the direction
the one meant for me
where I could walk
instead of sweat, I breathe
the one that unfolded the truth from within

I finally know
I found my destination.

~T.A

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Weekly Prompt by Poetry:

"You could feel it, the potential you had. You'd finally found what your gift was."

Challenge: Try writing it in the style of Free Verse Poetry.
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