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Mar 2014
Wafting through my bedroom window
the softly scented jasmine breeze
cools me upon sweat soaked sheets
making a mockery of my beliefs

Of all the questions that remained unanswered
that I added wings to and watched as they soared
inside my mind I became totally blind
to the most important prayer, the one left ignored

One day I decided to no longer pray
to be denied for so long is to forget
that an absentee landlord will never fix up
a house that is riddled with wormholes of regret

I pondered all my long dead prayers
uttered in vain and remaining untrue
So long ago I gave up my right
to believe that I deserved someone, like you

As you reappear through my bedroom door
with movements of grace that are lyrical
I have to remove myself from long held beliefs
to admit I finally received my miracle
Helen
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