A suspenseful calling is what I seek.
Not some pent up life for the weak.
One so different no one can look at me the same.
I'm not looking for fame.

Some might even call if infamy.
Perspective is what's important.
I see that I was not called for a regular life.
But when start walking the right way,

It's like being stabbed with a knife.
This truth is the most painful thing I've met.
It has me cringing with every step.
So every time I end up stepping back.

What I've come to realize,
Is that the only way to continue hearing the call,
Is if I walk through that knife
And let it do its job.

The problem is, even when I know the secret,
It's still ending my life;
And the pain is so frequent,
I can't help but run from the knife.

Some wish it was easier.
Sometimes I agree.
But then I remember,
Those who did pass.

A strength that is unparalleled,
And a heart held for all to see.
Then and there I know,
One day, I will truly follow.