Where are you, Miracles?
I’m reaching out for you.
Mama says you’d be there for me if I listened to her.
But it’s been raining ever since the stars left the sky,
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I like 'A freak like me crawls under her little shelter when the storm attacks'. I think we all tend to do that at times. It is a good image and a good poem.
Dear Anies, this is a good poem even if you're wallowing in a bit of self-indulgency. This is an old adage worth remembering when you're feeling depressed and out of sorts: 'I complained because I had no shoes. Until I saw a man who had no feet.' Best of luck and keep writing, Jerry
Anies, This is a beautiful poem. It really is hard to see something go wrong when we thought every thing is right, , and will always be right. This is a cool one.
somehow or the other i love your poems, keep on lara