Fin

I met him once.

He had just left the tongue of a storyteller

With brilliant red hair,

And an unforgettable voice.

He came into my life and moved me

As a current in a river would usher the fish in its reach

Upstream.

I felt him in my spirit.

Most days he sat quietly, unnoticeable.

Other days, important days,

When choices were to be made,

He pushed into my heart,

Demanding I recognize his presence inside of me.

He called me to be someone better than myself.

There were times I hushed him.

I ignored the pull on my heart

And made the easier choice.

Those times often, like a fish in a river,

Swimming against the current,

Left me tired and weak.

Soon, after I had grown accustom to his presence,

I began to feel him crawling upward.

He began in the back of my throat and made his way

Out of me, off my tongue.

I told him to a friend, who too, took him in.

I imagine he sits in the belly of some soul

Unknown to me,

Pushing on their heart,

Inspiring their choices,

Making storytellers of us all.