Purpose


There is a certain emptiness that comes with feeling useless.
An ache, growing every day you lack purpose,
Ebbing and flowing throughout your body as you slip
Deeper and deeper into a rut.
There is a heartbreak that goes
Hand in hand
With falling apart.
But there is a certain satisfaction that comes with the realization
That you are not, in fact, useless.
A pride that swells as you build yourself up
And up, like a skyscraper that starts buried in the ground,
you are laying your foundation in this rut.
You are building yourself up.

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