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Tori Hart Jul 2013
What is a Miracle?

Winning the lottery?
Picking up a heads-up penny?
A granted 11:11 wish?
Canceled class?
A promotion?

No.
Those are miracles.
What is a Miracle?

An A on a test?
Winning the “big game”?
Having a secret admirer?

Nope.
Still miracles.

So what defines a Miracle?
What makes the big M?
Where can I buy it?
Where does it come from?

A Miracle is experiencing
Love at First Sight
Getting kissed on the forehead
when the rain trickles down your blushed cheeks
A Miracle is hearing someone
Sing out loud to their favorite song in the car
Unafraid and Unabandoned
A Miracle is hearing one’s
“Dorky Laugh”
with the Snort in it

A Miracle is being faced with your own Mortality
and being given a Second Chance.
This is dedicated to the one whom my soul loves. I wrote this on April 1, 2013.

Early that week, I received news that my boyfriend was in a life-threatening, long boarding accident, an accident where we thought we lost him. Now over months later, he is driving, owning and running his own business, and attending school in the fall.

Miracles do happen, with a capital 'M.'

And for any skater, biker, long boarder, cycler, roller blader, bmx-er, and ANY extreme sport... Please, please, please, wear a helmet. Despite what our culture may say otherwise. Please. From someone who almost lost the most beautiful, loving person in my life because he decided not to wear a helmet. Please. It WILL save your life.
Laura Matas Dec 2016
I am an average girl.
Ms. "Almost Exceptional,"
One point short,
Just barely missed the cut,
Poor girl.

I give all of my heart,
Yet not enough.
I find almost the perfect fit,
But not quite...
Right.

I am the optimistic pessimist.
The dream-filled cynic.
The cautious adventurer.
I fear the future and the potential
Of hope.

I cling to my desire for love
I wallow in my history of misery.
I want to be by myself
But not alone.
Adored, known,

And unabandoned.
The beauty is still unsurpassed..
The pious heart is still unbiased..
The purity is still unblemished..

The charm is still unabashed..
The grace is still unabandoned..
The brilliance is still unabused..

The serenity is still unabhorred..
The spark is still unblazed..
The ***** is still unstained

Just an abrasive scratched the vignette..,
But the portrait is still a masterpiece..!!!!
O woman..
You are still as elegant and dignified!!!
This poem is a tribute to the 23-year old doctor who was brutally abused by a gang of barbarians..
i know it wont help her or any other victim in anyway..
but its my initiative towards maintaining their respect!!
hope you all agree with me..
Onoma Sep 2020
flowers fold

power,

while remaining

open.

only mercy provides

the coloration of such

a wilting.

unabandoned change.

— The End —