The cloak of many colours

When your soul began this journey,
it took a compass, not a map.
When you found a deviation,
it simply took another lap.

But at this certain juncture,
there’s a challenge to your core.
You’ve a new landscape before you,
one you’ve never seen before.

The detail it is misty,
there’s a flutter in your heart.
If you take the path before you,
might it split your world apart?

As you stand upon the threshold
of the change that beckons, come.
You want to slide beneath its waters,
let it warm you, like the sun.

But you cannot quite believe,
that you are facing such a choice.
It seems the point of your existence,
is to give your soul a voice.

Can it really be this simple,
all that heartache and the pain?
Has now brought you to this juncture.
wherein nothing stays the same.

All the hiding and excuses
are now fading in the mist.
As the path it clears before you
and you pursue your souls deep wish.

On your path lies jigsaw pieces,
depicting experience from the past.
As you place your foot upon them,
you see the tapestry at last.

The tapestry it rises
and about your shoulders folds.
Like a cloak of many colours
garnering wisdom in its folds.

Be you man, or be your woman,
when this step you finally take.
Let me tell you from my heartstrings
it is never a mistake.