My Purpose is us.

As I 

take my

invisible

walk

I let the breeze

tickle 

under 

my hands.

If I let 

it 

If I wanted

it could take

me and lift

me off the ground. 

I follow

the red

fallen

leaves,

like a path a 

lover would leave

in rose petals

and it makes 

me smile. 

I see some

children

ahead

running and 

playing.

I remember

that freedom

innocence 

and energy

and pine 

for it. 

As the sun 

starts to set

and the darkness

overtakes 

the last sliver

of light

I realize 

I am running

out of time.

Stopping,

I just 

stand.

I think of 

you and am

 reminded

why I am so 

worried. 

Now I 

have purpose.

My Purpose 

is us.