Dear Miracle,
You didn’t plan to write,
Not like this.
Not with memory playing hide and seek,
or your voice relearning how to speak.

But here you are.
Writing your way through heartbreak,
through grief,
through healing,
through hope.

You ask what makes a poetess?
She listens where others rush.
She turns silence into language.
She doesn’t wait for applause.
She writes to breathe, to remember, to survive.
She becomes...word by word.

And a writer?
A writer is not made by titles or timelines.
A writer is someone who writes.
Even when no one is looking.
Even when the page is the only one listening.

So look at you now,
Not just writing poems.
But becoming one.
You are the poem.
You are the writer.
You are the poetess.
You are the miracle unfolding.
Speak it.
Live it.
Believe it.
With grace,

Miraculous
                 Janet Miracle Muin