Why is it so hard to see the good, instead of the bad
So hard to change this life I’ve formed
I should just be grateful for all that I have
Instead of concentrating on what is mourned
Driven by a desire for more
Rage simmers below the surface
Trapped inside, can’t unlock the door
Day after day, searching for my purpose
My body contained by hills and capricious weather
My soul captivated by sun and surf
Will I be chained here in this hell forever
Unable to escape and end the hurt
Is it too late to have what I wish
No longer am I my only obligation
Would it be pure selfishness
To deploy to a new location
Driven by a desire for more
Rage simmers below the surface
Trapped inside, can’t unlock the door
Day after day, searching for my purpose
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Author:
SunSearcher (
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Comments2
An awesome poem, SS! It's just so relatable!! Stuck in winter forever, it seems like. Searching for purpose. Great job!
Thank you Christina
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