Purpose Of Life - Poem by Vanesa Rabic
I was falling down because I did not believe any more.
My fate was lost in valley of blames.
The path of my life is in the dark, and I will never find out from there.
Help! I need help from me inside…. My mind is stock for all time.
Who is, and what is purpose, what do they want from me, the people of my past? Where is that person who will tell me what do I have to do?
Moreover, my ashes of blame climb to heaven until I ask myself dose God have a plan for me too?
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