Living on Purpose
I've made a vow to slow my steps
And listen to that still soft voice;
To hear that whisper when I ask
For guidance when I make my choice.
The years I've lost because of pain;
That once imprisoned me like glue
Are dead and gone - I've only scars
That mock me like a bad tattoo.
I only have tomorrow now -
Once I embellish my today.
I yearn to know which path is mine;
Expectant now, each time I pray.
Regrets are buried in the sand;
No longer fueled to heat the fires.
I visualize with loud intent;
New plans and goals and sweet desires.
I'll live on purpose - loud and clear;
Leave old wounds captive in the dust.
I'll slow my steps and free my mind;
Belief, acceptance, hope and trust.
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