Yours is one of the most spoken names on the planet. Yet I'm not sure anyone's ever seen you. I've heard testimonies of your miracle work. How you fix the broken, enlighten the benighted, and walk on water. Could you do that for me? Work a miracle on my life? Could you fix my broken heart? Bring light to these four black walls I call my mind? Break these chains of depression that weigh me down? Help me walk on my anxieties so I don't have to drown in them? Tell me, can you turn my sadness into joy like you turned that water into wine? Could you just fix me? Fix me because I don't want to be broken anymore. I don't want to be eaten alive by these lions I call thoughts in the den that is my mind. I want to be whole. The only conflict is I'm not sure if you make house visits and I don't know where to find you. My mother says you only reveal yourself to those who seek you, but I've been seeking. I've been searching. Looking for you to no end and come up short every time. It isn't easy either. Finding you is like looking for a needle in a haystack only the haystack is entirely made up of needles and I need to find the hay. While you search the needles stab you and you bleed. It's a painful process and sometimes I don't care to keep looking because I've been forced into this pile of needles and my only instinct is to get out. I keep looking because of the possibility of finding that piece of hay gives me hope. I don't know where to find you Mr.Miracle Worker and it's pretty clear that it won't be easy but I'll keep looking so you can fix me.
-k.w
