Perspective of a Miracle

August 1, 2015

Reptile;

Cold scales abraze my once soft flesh,

An egg that never hatched.

Now basking under hell's sun is hell's son

Parents tell me "do better,

You don't want to go to hell...son."

It was your actions that made me who I am-

Biological heifer.

Stranded her calf for the carnivores,

I ran from that world,

Crawled into a hole;

Isolation.

My parents beckon for me to come out,

Why is it hard for me to do so?

As if that dark place has a vicegrip

Around my waist...a hug;

I feel comfort here.

And I dip my heart into that fear

Only to withdraw again

But my fearless fingers

Reach out with the bravado of a warrior

Grab a sword and slice through that fear

With a thousand words-

A thousand words could never say to you in person,

Woman...Man.

You call yourself my parents,

I'd agree;

As that is what you are...technically.

But of what of that void in my spirits past

That all your love and care could never fill,

Man...Woman-

That created me but will never know me

As well as God has created me and knows me.

I heard in a poem, a boy asks his father, "what is a miracle?"

The father replies to the boy, "you are."

Wish I could ask that invisible man

And my lost mother...was I not a miracle to you?

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