I’ve been waiting on a miracle
Like the ones I’ve read in church
The ones where Jesus fed a crowd
On hardly anything
Or even for simpler needs:
a great man
A stable family
To reclaim the parts of me
That have been worn down over time
I used to be one of the undiscovered wonders
Of the world
But the sands of time
have withered me down
To brittle bones and cracked gemstones

I have to be honest
I don’t think there’s any magic left in me
And
Sometimes I think of
How beautiful it could be
To fill my bathtub
With unanswered texts
And memories that have convinced me
I’m not worthy
And
I might have just enough magic left
To have the last thing I ever see
be a miracle
Of turning water into wine
And Leave it all behind