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My Divine Purpose
After my last poem, I received really great comments from fellow authors, and I felt happy to realize that I had truly found a place I could freely express my inner thoughts and emotions without being judged.
Nevertheless, I also felt a little guilty, and I felt like I may have burdened everyone's thoughts as well with what I feel, with what I do go through at times. So, I decided to write this poem as to explain more in depth my stance on my inner struggles. It is hard, yes, but I want to assure everyone that I have found a sense of why my life has been the way it has. I wanted to let readers know that, I know my place in his world, and it is for good not bad. A little sad sometimes, but purpose is present, and he shows me often. He has taught me through my struggles, and I feel more blessed than I do betrayed.
We all have a purpose here, and I know all of us were not meant to have the perfect white picket fence life. Jesus himself did not have this, so it is feasible to realize he would write a path differently for some.
I would like to say thank you for all the support and understanding. I am so happy to be a part of the Hubpages family. :)
I’ll take this life as it is. I have no choice, but to accept my losses
and continue on to the next phase of my assigned prophet.
It is plain you see it was written for me to learn wisdom, reason, and rhyme,
but to learn a union, I was not to be so inclined.
For whatever purpose it is I suffer. I
suffer for good reasons not bad,
even though, my whole body at times
feels so sad.
I’ve learned to pick up my pride through heartbreak and dismay,
and carry myself to the proper place, discovering the true
meaning of humanity through my own internal insanity.
Screaming at times through dark days, but rallying in the light
when he finally takes it away.
If only it was in moments or maybe just for a few months, I now realize
my growth from my pain was to help me better understand why I stood
merely in the rain.
If no one ever gets me, it’s meant to be this way, it is he purely that can
set me free; freedom from thoughts that I was not good enough,
One day, it’s promised to me…I will know my worth.
Until then, I will see fit to carry on through the cunning tunnels of the world I am lost,
seeking only to understand and not to blame any for my earthly providence.
Some tried to love me; it was not meant to be. My life was mapped
out before hand and precisely.
I always regress back to know my place again, I do at times
get tangled in the wind.
Changes I too desired, but finally facing my time here will never be
the same as a common mortal.
It’s not easy, yet it’s my life. I dwell here in a somber slumber.
As long as I keep my focus, my days here will be properly numbered,
until my day of rest comes alas.
A Deep Thought
Do you believe in your own Divine Purpose?
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