The Purpose of Living - inspired by Robert Frost and S.E. Hinton
The Purpose of Living
Nature’s first green is gold.
New Dawn, it’s bright, it’s beautiful
You’re gold when you’re a kid.
Everything is new.
You see life through a magic mirror.
You see the world as it should be. Not how it is
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But then you learn
And the gold slips away.
A child’s gold is their innocence, their hope
Hope for accomplishment
Hope to make an impact
Society taints their gold like rust taints the water
Now, we hope to fit in with our peers
Now we hope to fit inside the box society had built for us
But uniformity is a cage
Because I’m a boy my poems aren’t effective.
Because I’m a girl I can’t speak from male perspective
So break the box
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Despite the fear of being alone
Despite the fear of the unknown
Despite the loss of friends and loved ones
Despite a world full of villains with guns
You CAN find your purpose
But you have to look
But you have to search
Down an uncharted road
In an abandoned old church
You WILL find your purpose
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All over the world
There is hopelessness
Dishonesty
Hunger
And poverty
The devastating stench of failure.
The bitter taste of betrayal
And death
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The cold grip of death
The pain that rips out your insides and cuts away your flesh
The pain that pushes you back inside of your box
It’s often those who search the hardest that are touched by death before they even find their reason to live
What IS the purpose of living if we all die in the end?!
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Gold IS the hardest hue to hold
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But hold on
For there are still heros
For there is still beauty
Beauty is a sunset
If you don’t care enough to seek it out you will never find it
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I THOUGHT I knew my purpose.
I ALWAYS knew my purpose.
My purpose was to teach
My purpose was to write
But beauty inspired ME to write instead
Because I found beauty in the hearts of the worthless
Because I found beauty in my love for literature
When your purpose is near you can hear it calling to you
The Outsiders was meant to be written. I was simply chosen to write it
Poetry is emotion finding it’s thought, and that thought finding words
We found our purposes
Through Hardship
Through struggle
We crawled out of the rubble and into the light of life
Hope
Love
Beauty
Understanding
Only through these will you find your purpose
Yes people will doubt you
Yes maybe you’ll fail
Your life didn’t start gold
It was greenish and pale
But by learning you grew
And by searching you saw
Your gold was out there. Waiting.
2 roads diverged in a road and I.
We took the road less traveled by
And that has made all the difference.
You aren’t weak
You aren’t worthless
And no matter what you DO have a purpose
So find it
So make it happen
That. That. Is the purpose of living.