My purpose


Is this it? I have to find my purpose. I can't sit. I think about what God wants me to do. Why things happen, and what I been through. I know there's more. While men and women are at war. I'm alone fighting myself. Thinking about poor, and wealth. And on how people got to where they are today. The steps they took each day. Whether they went down or up. Just that is enough. Enough to fill my mind. While I watch time fly, and see days pass. I realize I can't dwell on the past. I just want the good days to last. I want to live in the moment, and not have to worry about tomorrow. Not have to worry about my future, which can be filled with happiness, or even sorrow, but ENJOY TODAY! Enjoy each minute, and smile while a lay, after I bow my head and pray. I know there's people who have it worse. As if they feel they are under a curse. Some have it better. People are different like the weather. I just want happiness, which for me starts with a list. I want to be able to give. Give to the need, plant positive seeds, and grow like the trees. I may see people fall out of my life like the leaves, and others stay on like strong branches, because I've learned how to forgive, and give chances. I just want to be free. Free from the negative things, and just spread my arms like wings so I can sing! By Angelica Manos



I LOVE this poem I can truly relate to the things that you are talking about in your poem. 

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