Primary Purpose

Consumed by rage I used to roar

Anger molded me from the core

Raised by tempers that had a flair

To grow and burn without a care

For the hearts that raced, to the beat

Hit the road on my own two feet

Rebelled without knowing the cause

Hoping to find myself in Oz

Temptation stayed hot on my trail

But blew away with a strong gale

The rainbow offered an escape

A new life began to take shape

Finally the fire fizzled out

I no longer needed to shout

Better than before, now I’m old

Content alone, blood boiled cold

But not bitter, blending both hues

Life’s a game of connecting clues

Puzzled by purpose, in my case

Pieces are falling into place

Proudly passionate for the word

Writing is healing, feeling heard

Pushing for progress, can’t go back

Make time to stop, smell the lilac