The Nudge Within

There is a quickening within

A tremor from deep within

One that whispers… You were made for this

One that cries… You are all you need

One that declares… Your worth is found

In the awe of who you are

One that says… the world awaits your substance.

Gentle, yet strong

Soft, yet loud

Then I moved towards the whispers

The closer I get, the cries are swallowed by the silence

I found myself on a lonely road, swallowed by uncertainty

With outstretched arms, I tried to reach the unseen

Yet my limbs weaken

Oh great whispers

How I long for the cries that once declared my worth

Yet in the midst of this uncertainty, the same force

That drives the rumbling stomach to seek food

That inner ache compels me

To rise,

To move,

And become.

Yet uncertainty births my fears

The fear that argues with my worth,

The fear of people’s opinions,

The fear of what if this is not the right time?

The fear of being strategic

The fear of giving everything

And still falling short.

Yet staying is crippling.

Staying says, I have no strength left.

Living a double life is wearisome,

And I hide beneath the glow of my comfort

To mask my pain

And bury my regrets.

Oh, that a helper would hear my cries.

Oh, that a helper would say,

I have got you, so go after your dreams.

But then I pause and say to myself:

How can I trust that my help will come

From a mere man

Who does not know

The length of his own days

I gather my fears,

My longings,

My becoming

And return them

Into the hands

Of the Creator of all

I take those steps again and again

Trusting and hoping

That one day, I will reach the source of the whisper

That one day, I will be at my destination

That one day I will become the nudge, and the nudge will be Me