I remember the nights I drowned in the drink,
Trying to blur every heartache, each thought I could think,
I fed on the pain, let it fill every space,
While the weight of my losses carved lines on my face.

Love tested me deeply, cut raw and unkind,
Betrayals and heartbreaks replayed in my mind,
Loyal and anchored, I gave all my heart,
But the echoes of leaving tore me apart.

I buried the hurt in bottles and meals,
Numbed out the sorrow so nothing felt real,
A heavy fog settled, depression’s dark shroud,
I lost who I was in a storm-bearing cloud.

But somewhere within, a whisper began,
A call from the depths, a hint of a plan,
A promise that maybe, though battered and worn,
My heart, like the dawn, could again be reborn.

So I rose, step by step, through the weight and the grief,
Through nights where each breath was a fight for belief,
I let out the tears, let old wounds finally bleed,
And started to nourish the love I might need.

I learned how to heal from the shadows that clung,
Where the past tried to claim me, I fought, I held strong,
No drink could define me, no loss be my grave,
I chose to be gentle, chose me to save.

Now I stand on the edge, the horizon is clear,
A heart that once shattered now beats fierce and sincere,
Through the trials of love, through the weight and the fall,
I rise ever stronger, still brave through it all.

I’ve climbed the peaks of my ambitions,
Gathered medals, built traditions,
Each step forward marked with pride,
Yet something stirs, unfulfilled inside.

The paths I’ve walked, they glimmered gold,
Stories of growth and journeys bold,
But as I stand and take a view,
I wonder—was this path mine to pursue?

The roads ahead stretch vast, unknown,
Some feel foreign, some feel home,
Yet none whisper, This is the way,
They tease the question I ask each day.

Am I the architect of my dreams?
Or just a player in someone’s scheme?
I’ve built, I’ve grown, I’ve reached, I’ve tried,
Yet the spark of purpose hides inside.

Success is hollow when roots aren’t deep,
And growth feels shallow when dreams don’t keep,
But in this fog, a truth unfolds:
The answers lie in the soul I hold.

So I’ll pause the rush, the endless chase,
Sit with myself in this still, quiet space,
Listen to whispers of passion’s fire,
To rediscover what I truly desire.

For purpose isn’t in paths pre-paved,
It’s carved where courage meets hearts unscathed,
And though I wander, uncertain, unclear,
I trust the compass I hold right here.

I may not know which way to steer,
But each step forward conquers fear,
And in the journey, I’ll find my part—
For purpose is born from the seeking heart.