Purpose by CW Younger
Life has a habit of evicting you from the nest
before you learn to fly.
Cold, icy waves loom, awaiting your approach
at times you forget that you can swim.
Wave, hoping someone saves you.
Forgetting that you’ve endured before.
There’s a scared little kid inside all of us, who runs
from the monsters that hide in the closet.
Doubt. Fear. Failure.
You have been praying for so long without action
wanting to give up,
allowing those monsters to grab opportunities out of your lap,
remaining under the blanket
waiting for a savior, but there’s no one coming.
Take a leap anyway.
Everything necessary to succeed is within you.
No need to worry about a boat ride
allow those wings to carry you, even if they aren’t yet visible.
Purposes are not meant for comfort
you tripped a few times,
call that failing forward
one step closer to the finish line.
My mom always said a mind is a terrible thing to waste
but I can say the same thing about wasting your purpose.
Give yourself permission to think big
let your imperfections live out loud.
Hop and stretch your wings,
learn to balance and gain strength,
then soar like an eagle.
You can make it.
When there is a hole in the ground with your name on it:
do you want to regret not living
or do you want to die knowing that you lived on purpose.
Be fearless and have faith. If you want it you’ll find a way to get it.
Langston Hughes said, “Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.”
Have you had a dream lately?
A vision, led by a mustard seed of faith that you’ll be given the proper provisions,
so nothing is impossible.