Poems of Midnight

Purpose

Individual.
Unique.
Personal.
Who are you?
Who are we?
A purpose found – found and exploited.
Finding us, no, finding yourself;
Obtainable?
Only with the will to try.
The will to look
To see, even when shadows cloud the sun.
Peer through and try
Something new – something different.
Difference and confidence;
Are they not the same?
Write and read
Listen and think
Sigh and sing:
Find something true to you,
A way to discover
Your own opinion.
Your own desire;
An impact upon your soul.
Who you are,
What you are,
Your direction; an inspection
Of where you want to go.
Find a brush
Find a pen
Find a hand
Find a voice,
To paint,
To write,
To hold,
To speak
Of all the things you cannot seek
But wish to have.
Enlighten yourself to what you enjoy
Or bury yourself;
Bury and destroy
Your heart, your soul
Your happiness; joy
Under another more "deserving".
Push a hand up to the sky
Rise up
Rise new
See the stars
And reach them one day.
Promises made,
Vows established
With. . . . you. Yourself.
Some may fall
Fall hard
Fall fast;
Enjoy the fall
The fall to the future.
The fall from grace; a guide.
A teacher of discourse,
Instructor in ineptitude.
Learn from your mistakes,
Rectify misdeeds;
Or repeat
And repeat
And repeat,
And repeat.
Fail to improve – do not stop improving,
Experience in disappointment
Begets progression.
Understand why to fall,
Why to return
From discontent
Distress
Unrest,
And find rest
In wisdom.
You may destroy yourself.
A crushing fear
Of hopelessness. You're
Blind to tears though crying mends the soul,
And acquit yourself through fits of rage
To soothe the aching whole – of you.
Consuming and perverting
Your sense of right and wrong.
You cannot hear a word that's right
And deaf you have become
To sight and sound and progress found,
Your world and fingers numb.
You're scared to seek
And scared to feel
And scared to be told no.
Afraid of things that come to pass
That haven't crossed the mind.
Fear not for what you can't control
Fear not the undecided
Feel free to choose
And free to fail,
And nurse no need to hide it.
It's time.
Time to stand,
Stand still and listen;
Deaf no more.
Still and look;
Blind no more.
Still and feel;
Numb no more to try
Though "try not
There is only do"
Decide to find what defines
And delegates the destiny of your
Heart.
And soul,
And peace of mind
As you, not fail to find,
But in failing,
Find
Purpose.

- Laura Baird