I lie in darkness as slumber won’t take me
and thoughts,
like a ballerina glide
to slowly uncloak what is hidden
In the vast blue ocean I am drunk on curiosity
the yet- broken child hungrily feeds
unchained and whole and receiving.
The peculiarity of what a miracle is
lingers just on the edge of a bleak perception.
gratitude, like a soft caress shows her presence
my heart fills with wonder
.......and always live with trust
with contentment in your heart
with joy in your soul
and die with pride
and know that you are a miracle of perfect love
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Submission Name: in the wake
