And how is it.
How is it that I've never felt the need to pray.
Not in sad times nor exciting times.
I blamed everything on the person who creates the miracles.
He played me.
But then he introduced me to a man.
Not an ordinary man.
This man, who was the epitome of adventures and calm like the sea.
With a voice as soft as silk and eyes dark as night.
Now every night I pray.
I pray because I've always been afraid of the dark and in love with the calmness of the ocean.
He had both.
How am I supposed to love my fears and fear what I love.
That is why I now pray.
I pray to the man who creates miracles.
-L.B.
Nov. 17, 2017.
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PoetryConnotations of my everyday life. Poetry about my feelings. Rants. Moments. Describing my true and purest fears.