the price of following one's heart

the price of following one's heart,
is sometimes hard to gauge.
could cost one nothing at all,
could cost one a zillion things at once.

the price of following one's heart,
often means taking a winding road,
a puzzle-like map into the the unknown,
and hitting the wall multiple times.

the price of following one's heart,
is very dear.

the price of following one's heart,
is to get lost.
lost in the darkness of one's soul,
asking if there will ever be light at the end of the tunnel,
setting the heart free of misery and never-ending referee.

the price of following one's heart,
is to feel pain,
confusion,
bewilderment,
excitement.

taste the tanginess of sweat and tears,
wipe the occasional blood dripping through the pores,
of one's broken heart.

the price of following one's heart,
is the readiness to heal oneself.

the price of my heart,
is you.

Ann Arbor, April 28, 2009