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Miracle


She felt the words upon her arm

As each day went by, hopeless.

She felt the weight upon her shoulders

As she took on more than was asked, exhausted.

She felt the lack of time constraining her

But she begged for a miracle, hopeful.

 

She sat alone begging for a miracle

Her dreaded foe staring at her through the mirror

The days burn through hopeless and hopeful

As she gets the courage to beg for a miracle

 

A beauty of twenty some

Lost beneath the sun

Her words spoke without emotion

But she felt their commotion

Growing ever frustrated with the days wasted

She begs for a miracle, hopeful

 

She sat alone begging for a miracle

Her dreaded foe staring at her through the mirror

The days burn through hopeless and hopeful

As she gets the courage to beg for a miracle

 

She wakes that summer morning

To her astonishment she no longer has to beg

For the miracle is already there

Waking up for the first time in years

To a world she was begging to find

Speechless as the tears run down her cheek

She rests easy knowing she’s safe

She breathes easy for the first time.

A miracle at last.

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