To be what you are meant to be
To find your purpose, and be free
First cast your shackles on the floor
Learn you must choose what is in store
For destiny though daunting, looming
Is something you choose for yourself
With passion's energy consuming
You'll find fulfillment your greatest wealth
Each day will be a blessed gift
Your life will be transformed
For once your mind has taken shift
Then your heart will be warmed
Everyone has a personal truth
Something to share with all
Grasp it, becoming living proof
You can rise daily and stand tall
Attempt at a didactic poem. Feels a bit sloppy, but this is mostly for practice. I used to get very caught up in the idea of destiny/purpose/fate, until I realized we are free to choose our paths in life, and that is all for the better. I see so many people struggling with deep questions, such as the meaning of life, when it's as simple as appreciating the meaning it already has, and building something from it for yourself. Thought this may be helpful. Any criticism would be greatly appreciated. I want to make poetry my purpose.