A poem written off mane. I hope you like it

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Essence

By Sheir Wilfurs

Without purpose there is no life.
Without life there is no hope.
Without hope there is no pain.
Without pain there is no love.

Without love there is not essence.
Without essence there is no shell.
Without a shell there is no purpose.
For the shell holds the essence.

The essence loves it’s self and others.
With love there is heartbreak and pain.
With pain comes the hope for something better.
With hope life surges forth anew.

With life there is a purpose.
With purpose shapes the shell.
The shell that loves and hates.
A shell that feels happiness and pain.

A shall that feels anger, kindness, beauty, and shame.
The shell that fills with the essence
That gives it its emotions and feelings.
The essence that lives with a purpose