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Everyone who lives and breathes on this earth has a purpose for being here. Some people find their purpose at a very young age and for others they spend most of their lives trying to figure out why they are here and what exactly it is that they are supposed to accomplish. In the following collection we focus on the idea of growth and purpose. In Growing Weeds, we are shown the ever-changing picture of growing weeds versus growing and developing people. Sometimes we look at weeds as ugly and they are ruining this other thing that we care more about, that is more pretty, what we don't realize is that a lot of people feel the same way. They are being replaced and cancelled and left behind before they have reached their full purpose or found their stride in life. In Finding My Way we follow the footsteps of someone who finds themselves being taken on a ride just trying to figure out where they fit in and what home looks like for them. Because often we don't realize that going through the motions of everyday for some is as good as it gets and for others it's just not good enough. Is a person wrong for wanting more? For saying that this daily life that is on repeat isn’t giving me what I need to want to thrive. This collection of poems is something that every adult has gone through, and every teenager struggles with, trying to fit in and finding out exactly where you belong.

Poems About Growth & Purpose: Growing Weeds, Finding My Way

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  • Did you now that weeds have a purpose?

    They grow

    Provide fuel

    Protect

    Restore

    Contribute significantly…

    And they continue growing.

     

    People look at weeds the way they

    Speak about people

    “Gotta get rid of them”

     “They are so ugly”

    “They mess up the scenery”

    “Pull them out and throw them in the trash”

    As if there is ever a growing life that is dispensable.

    As if growth isn’t possible.

     

    Feeling like a weed is like knowing that

    You will never be a rose or even a flower.

    No one will ever look at you and think that you are

    Beautiful

    Special

    Someone they want to keep around.

    Being present and others smiling at you

    Because they not only see you

    Actually, see you

    but they want to

    Be you or be like you

    Admiration comes to mind

    Or even as simple of acceptance to the group

    belonging

    Or be able to walk into a room and know

    That every heart that is beating is also connected with you

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