Poetry: Miracles

poetryMiracles

You’re long dead
Buried in the earth

I was too consumed
In my mire of misery
To realize

You’ve been here
You never left

It had been me

You’ve been here

The scattered whispers in a crowded room
The fleeting feeling of summer
The sound of raindrops falling

The hushed whisper in the wind
The laughter ringing in my ears

You’ve been everywhere
In places I refused to look

The sweet voice
Of a boy long since dead
Carries in the wind
Of a world he never existed in

Miracles occurred
When my back was crouched in darkness
Blinded by sadness

You’re still here

My miracle

About Lisa Lunney

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Autumn/Winter lover. She excels at communications and writes for pleasure and profession.
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