First place - Elysian Poetry Biweekly Awards
Second place - Summer Magic Monthly Poetry Awards
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"Together we're free, running wild in glee, and Beautiful, it's you and me, forever flying full happily."
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Life is a journey full...
Poet's Note: "Dear Miracle" hits so close to home on something so strong, so personal, and so deep inside of us, a foe I believe we often underestimate until it seems like we've lost all control: our own emotions. If you're like me, then you've fought through those days when you can't find words, can't find a feeling, can't find ANYTHING. You're just lost, so confused, and you can't even describe it. Yourself. You're waiting on a hero, a turn-around, a lightbulb moment where everything can return to how it was, how it should be. But what I've learned through all of these days I have faced... is that I was safe all along. This poem is meant to convey how WE can be the ones to make the change, to embrace our feelings, not fear them, and once we see how the chaos can be our protection... we can be that miracle we've waited for.
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Dear Miracle,
Like stars in the sky, flickering one at a time, Until all of them have faded to gone; The night courses over, so much darker and stronger, Leaving behind only more pain and hurt.
Wind sending chills, in a fire that burns, No sound of life, the silence rings on; Hopeless and burned, pointless to endure, Because your power's snuffed out in the storm.
In failure, you're drowning, not a struggle worth fighting, Because there's no flying, only crash and burn; Too hard to get up, such a slim chance of fixes, No form of miracle could save you now.
Where's that promise you gave? Where's your choice to fight on? Maybe left in another lifetime; Back when it all seemed to work, full of life instead of hurt, Before the storm rose in which you're floundering.
It's too far back to shore, no other options to procure, Only waves and wind of suffocating chaos; Wheel stuck in its place, and you're too weak to change, All alone and you're going under.
Too deep and too wide, there's no safe haven to hide, It's all over, and you're sinking down with it; Fading and swirling, twisting and churning, If miracles are real, why can't they find you now?
Losing your way, in your own pool of mistakes, Locked away by a key unfound; Something to break down the doors, raise you up off the floor, Yes, a hero is what you need now.
Fantasy's but a dream, a mere thing to help you sleep, But in the end, it only seems to waste time; A devastating explosion, left you broken and hurting, And you'll never be the same again.
Oh Miracle, there's only so far to fall, Till you hit the point where you remember who you are; Every ocean deep rises, rises up from a floor, So when you've hit the bottom end wall, you can't fall anymore.
Every road you travel loops its way back to a start, The start of your journey, and your bounce back from dark; Everything that you've seen, all the feelings of hurt, Gathered up from around, and released in the fire's burn.
