My purpose isn’t clear

As the fog settles in

A chill soothes my skin

The Thoughts that surface

What is my purpose

Divine interventions

Or primary intentions

The future feels uncertain

Should I pull back the curtain

Revealing uncertainties

That have overwhelmed

Every path discovered

Requires a choice

So I listen to my voice

What is my purpose

Should it be near

when will it appear

Nothing is clear

Though it may feel hidden

What first felt forbidden

And so I choose to share

Our purpose was always there