The Silent Miracle
I am crawling
On a rope
Each inch I pass
I find joy and hope
There are knots that interrupt
And people that judge
But a mysterious force
pushes me so I never stop
One day I passed a mark
I turned my head and startled
For not the distance of the rope
But my younger self's shadow
For the way it turned out
It sure is a miracle
This poem is about:
Me