purpose

Slowly I rise from dream,

things shifting in my head,

words read the night before

falling from my lips

in a hushed whisper

that I can only hear.

The day is new

so is the year

and the tear shed yesterday

is the thorn that reminds me

that I have been redeemed.

Walking I find a conversation

with the one that has

brought me through the pain,

now I seek to find

what my purpose is

while I wait for sleep to take me away again.

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