Turn To Your Passion

Turn To Your Passion

A Poetic Journey of the Heart

Turn to your passion, where heartbeats ignite,

A flame in the shadows, a star in the night.

When all paths seem silent, and dreams lie still,

Let passion be compass, and fire your will.

When the winds grow weary and the skies turn gray,

When the noise of the world pulls your spirit away,

Close your eyes gently, let silence unfold—

There lies a whisper more precious than gold.

Turn to your passion, your spark in the rain,

The rhythm that dances through joy and through pain.

It calls from within, from the depths of your soul,

A compass to guide you, a fire to hold.

It’s not always easy, the roads may be steep,

Dreams may grow quiet, or drift off to sleep.

But deep in the stillness, your truth softly sings,

Of purpose, of courage, of wide-open wings.

Let the world question, let doubters go blind,

To the vision you carry, the dream in your mind.

For passion is sacred—unchained and true—

A light that no shadow can take from you.

So rise when you falter, breathe when you're tired,

Fan every ember, stay wholly inspired.

Life may be fleeting, but meaning will last,

When you follow your passion, not bury it past.

Turn to your passion—let it unfold,

It’s not just a calling; it’s your story told.

Turn to your passion, where heartbeats ignite,

A flame in the shadows, a star in the night.

When all paths seem silent, and dreams lie still,

Let passion be compass, and fire your will.

When the world grows heavy with silence and storm,

And the warmth in your chest has forgotten its form,

When your footsteps feel hollow, your path undefined—

Turn to your passion. Let it quiet your mind.

In a world that demands you to fit in and mold,

To follow the stories that others have told,

There’s a whisper that lingers, soft as the rain—

It speaks not of logic, but of longing and flame.

Turn to your passion—the pulse in your veins,

The reason you dance through the heartache and strains.

It may not bring riches, nor titles, nor fame,

But it grants you a life that is more than a name.

When mornings feel muted, when nights are too long,

When you’ve silenced your laughter, forgotten your song—

There lies your answer, your sacred refrain:

The dream you once cradled, now calling again.

Turn to your passion, though others may scoff,

Though the winds of opinion may try to blow you off.

For passion is patient—it waits in the dust,

Untouched by time, unbroken by rust.

It hides in the pages you meant to have penned,

In brushes unpainted, in notes that won’t end,

In gardens unplanted, in stars not yet named—

In every small ember still yearning for flame.

Let it burn quietly or let it explode,

Let it guide every turn on your winding road.

Whether shouted aloud or whispered in prayer,

Let it be known: your passion is there.

Not all will understand it—some never will,

But your soul was not crafted to simply stand still.

So forge through the chaos, the doubt, and the fear,

And listen—your calling is perfectly clear.

Turn to your passion when life seems to stray,

Let it speak through your hands, through the work and the play.

For you were not born just to follow or borrow—

But to light up the dark with a fire they can’t shadow.

So rise like the morning, soft, bold, and bright—

Carve your truth into silence, turn your struggle to light.

Because at the heart of all beauty and strife,

Passion—true passion—is the soul of your life.