Sometimes I have to try really hard to see the beauty
My heart is racing
Irrefutable rage courses through my veins
Peace is what the others feel
Knowing that I know my truth and yet never feeling good enough
I follow my prescription and yet find little relief
Tormented by my body and mind
So I walk and I walk, seeking, seeking, seeking the beauty
What makes it worse is knowing that I am surrounded by it
Beauty in the skies,
Stars exploding, sun shining, clouds journeying
Thunder rolling in my chest
Beauty is on the earth
Feet sharing the dirt with flowers, sustenance and creatures
The burning in my heart stops the scorn spewing from my lips
As the weeds pursue their pleasure. Forcing themselves through the cracks in the road
My mind just wants to hibernate and only wake up when the sadness has passed
I try so hard to see the beauty in my fellow man
Despair fills me up like the torment of a broken heart from lost love
The ravages of my time spent on earth are a parasite, sucking my optimism and joy and laying me vulnerable, naked and exposed
There is only a flicker of hope left within my soul
Like a pilot light. It is very hard to quell
And that is to share my journey, my story
So that my kindred souls feel the beauty in knowing that they are not alone
The Pilot Light of Purpose
The Raw & The Rage – Why purpose gives life meaning. It is an exercise that we need to practice. We are forever changing, that is true and that is why I share the whole journey of purpose.
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