miracles happen every day.
more than that, actually.
some may be so tiny to the naked eye that they are never even actually seen
but the change they have caused in everything around them
makes you know for certain they actually happened.
today, waking up, to me, is considered a small miracle.
the last few months have been traumatic,
nothing seems to be going my way,
i've tried, and tried again,
i've even started beginning to pray.
but there isn't anyone listening.
no one seems to understand
that i'm in a place i can't fathom,
it's foreign to me
i almost always have a plan
and am in control of my destiny.
but not for four years or more.
since then, it'sdifferent,
and i'm not so sure...
everything i've ever known
had hit a wall
and stopped
and now i'm all alone.
questioning the reasons why
my life has somehow become unknown
to me.
and yesterday was a bad day.
i woke up questioning where i was,
who i was with
and what i'd become...
but this morning laying next to me
before my eyes opened,
i heard them breath
and just that tiny thing told me
i was home,
and felt relieved.
that was a miracle,
for me, anyway.
it told me i would be ok.
if only for today.
