Path To Purpose

Is it a curse?

It felt so at first.

The pain and the fear and the year after year.

Should I ask why?

Is this how I'll die?

While I stab and I bleed and all the drugs I now need.

When does it end?

When will my heart mend?

Do I have to leave earth to find what life's worth?

The truth can be shown,

When you're not alone,

With a group we can be one strong community.

When I think over,

That 2nd of October,

I thought life was ending with only death pending.

But now I'm a Greeter,

to those with a meter,

so there's less frustration and no isolation.

My voice can be working,

for those who are lurking,

It may not be eloquent but style is irrelevant.

I say "I can do this,

And help others through this."

So I keep my eyes open for those who feel broken.

I'm blessed with life,

saturated with strife,

to help when some feel that they cannot deal.

Is it a curse?

It felt so at first.

But I see the reason and rhyme for my time.

Comments

[Lee Ann Thill]

This is beautiful... and very much captures my own experience.

[Brad S.]

Excellent. Shakespeare's got nothin' on you!

[Scott Strange]

Dude,

That is fantastic!

[Nikki]

That's bad @ss!

[Scott K. Johnson]

I love this!

[shannon]

<33333333333