this is how I was feeling about a week ago had to write it down.
Here I sit comtemplating the life I've been given. Am I meant to be happy? Am I meant to be Married? Am I meant to be free? My Purpose. I put here. to endure pain, lies, deceit. Thrown away like a used piece of paper. My Purpose. The personal struggle in this everyday hell. Can't trust the church or the pastor: afraid I'll be come gossip among the divided flock. My Purpose. Once a beautiful dream, Is it not lost at sea? My purpose finding my way, standing strong to pursue my destiny. On my knees head to the sky Father, God in heaven, I ask you What is my purpose.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g