In deepest shadows, where my heart finds rest,
I ponder on life's purpose, lost and dire,
Depressed, I yearn for answers to request,
To lift my spirit from this melancholy fire.

What am I meant to be, in this grand scheme?
A question haunts my weary soul, so deep,
For in my sadness, life becomes a dream,
A puzzle waiting to be solved, to keep.

But as I search for meaning in despair,
I find a glimmer in the darkest night,
A purpose, hidden deep within my care,
To spread compassion, love, and bring delight.

Though plagued by sorrow, I shall not succumb,
For in this struggle, my purpose shall become.