Awakening

There’s a restlessness that dwells deep in the caverns of my soul.

It’s always there, sometimes it sleeps and lies dormant, suddenly out of nowhere it awakens.

It pushes me to move, not always in the best direction. Some steps have been backwards, others have propelled me forwards.

I feel it stretching it’s limbs, readying itself to make an appearance, a push. What will be the end result?