Echoing Soul

Life seems to fall,
Up and down without a constant,
Giving and taking,
Breaking and rebuilding,
But to find the center,
Something that wakes you up at night,
Drives you,
Pierces your very soul into something beyond measure,
Without recourse,
Minus thought,
Based solely on intuition,
The very instinct that is,
And can be backhanded,
Improper,
Out of place,
And at the wrong time,
To wait,
Is not even a question,
To see what light holds of the mountains,
That seems present themselves only under the thicket,
Under the mist to seems to try and damper and hinder,
Such spirit to rise,
Like a challenge,
Glorious if all fell correctly,
Just a missing piece,
To the every growing puzzle,
To fit,
To be,
To just know,
No such recourse shall be required,
And waiting wasn't an option,
But just a matter of going with what this beating object,
This heart,
Echoes for