Purpose

do i have

a purpose?

or am i

just another

floating wreck

spent of joy

full of splinters.

why am i here?

in this poem,

i hide from

insecurities.

do i have

a purpose?

or am i a

speck of dust

in the wrong

place at the

wrong time?

i don't think

i know who

i am anymore.

am i even

here at all?