the leap

I found the path. I feared the moment the truth of this would be brought before my eyes. I am being forced to show courage for what it is I say I love. They desire proof, they want the evidence that I am made to do this. What standards are they using to measure my success? Will it be enough to stop the force that is, my passion? Will it be enough to change my mind, how will I know if they are tearing me apart because of jealousy or because my greatest isn't good enough? How will I know?
The frustration of it is killing me. I'm trying not to use any substance to make the wait worth being patient for, i'm trying not to see that sitting in the waiting room for this long is not punishment, but for endurance. But I am getting discouraged by the days of no replies, i'm starting to think it was a waste, and I am almost embarassed, for if I were good enough they would have recognized it like one does love at first sight.
But even the amazing ones were ahead of their time and were seen through rose colored glasses. Will I be buried before they see me for who I am? May I have the endurance, may the passion carry me through all of my days when tears, depression, rejection, loneliness, and doubt are knocking at my door begging me to take up something that will surely be my demise. I have no beginning in this for I am not the first, just another puzzle piece to the equation, my end will only show my truest efforts in pushing this in what i felt was the best direction.
Passion please be my everlasting battery and I swear to put my heart into all of this, that I might help others unfold before their mirror.

All I want out of all of this is for you to read and feel. That is, what I desire.