Unknown Passions

Poem I just kinda wrote one day, nothing too serious or complicated.

Unknown Passions

Sometimes I question what I’m here for.

What I’m here to do,

Who I’m here to be.

I have very little passion in my life.

Everyone around me knows where they’re going,

I don’t.

I know so much, yet so little about myself.

My heart flutters when I make someone smile;

When I know someone needs me,

but is that a passion?

I mean it’s possible;

Doctors, therapists, caretakers,

they all claim to have a passion for helping others,

so do I too have that same passion?

I don’t know.

I am not those people.

How do I know?

How do I figure it out?

They say you’ll know your calling when it appears to you,

so if i don’t know,

have I not found it yet?

Or is it here and I am blind to it?