Purpose
Everything in life has a purpose..
Or so they say.
Everything down to the dirt in your boots
And the thorn in your side.
All the times your heart breaks
Comes a friend to mend it.
Every tear you shed sparkles with emotion edged in reason.
Even if you are too caught up in the moment
To know or realize its purpose.
Every loss is followed by something to gain.
The feeling of emptiness is to give purpose
To the person coming to fill you up.
You may frown now but a smile has to come sometime,
Just like the sun after the storm.
You feel pain in order to feel true pleasure,
And frown to appreciate the smile.
And there has to be an ending to remind you why you began.
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