Purpose
So often, we hide ourselvesPainting over our true hearts with false coloursfor fear we won't satisfy as we are Held captive by the demmands of the worldand the relentless exctations of who you ought to be based upon narrow guidelinesthat arent even there. But this is the real youyou - who was fastened by the handsthat hung the starsknit togetherand breathed life into for a purpose. You are called for so much morea vessel of something greater then you made with the fondest intentYou are his my dear.