This Passion

Impregnated with a passion to trod a particular path.
Decapitated by the fear of getting lost, I involuntarily settle for mediocrity.

Trying to forget about the passion growing inside me, I am transformed into a miserable, confused being.

I try to hide it.
I try to abort it
but it's too far gone!

This passion has always been apart of me.
It's what aids in making me, me.

Where do I turn? What do I do?
Am i willing to fore go a part of me;a part of who i am for no apparent reason, but fear?

Am i willing to deprive this passion of it's survival needs?
Am i willing to allow the passion to die within me:depriving someone else from sharing the passion too?

I'm at a crossroad, but can't seem to read the signs.
The light's on green, but I'm not sure if I'm to go;yet i don't want this passion to die.

Do I go here? Do i go there? Do i go now? Do i wait awhile?
I'm trying to move, but fear has me cemented in a place call indecision.
How do i break free and move away?
How do i break free and be me?

This passion is who i am.
It's me.
Allowing it to die would be a mass suicide.
I Would've blatantly lied to myself.

So though cemented by fear, I'll take a chance.
I'll give birth.
I'll allow this passion, that has impregnated me for far too long, to become a life form.

One that I'll nurture and it'll nurture me for we are one.
I am this passion and this passion is me.