Write a purpose poem.
Purpose
Today, again,
I'll stare at the space between
my heart and the window.
Perhaps like an animal
whose cage door has been left open
whose keeper waits for a bolt
into god-given freedoms
I'll stare and wonder
who am I
if I am no longer not enough
if I am no longer unqualified
or overqualified
if I am neither desirable or even
undesirable
a bubble in the foam
water in water
all the marks are washed away from
the field
all the nets
taken away
What is my purpose here
if I can only do what I love
only
only
because I love it.
What to do with a ball
when there is no game.
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