I Do Have A Purpose
My life, it seems as if it has only one purpose now;
to collect myself and to give up what I can,
for I have made a promise.
A promise to right our wrongs.
To retrieve what was lost in our haste.
I owe it to him, the one I love the most,
Whom I have destroyed, and attempt to put back together.
I must revel in the driving force of love,
for I have no other thing to look to for guidance.
The hollow echo of his voice is enough to strike me,
right in my heart,
the only part of me that is even a little bit untainted.
I know now, and have known for sometime,
What I must sacrifice for him.
Myself.
I reveal my sole purpose, my reason for moving forward,
In order to make it known, that I will not fail.
Words sometimes are stronger than one could think.