Revelation 345.1
A poem for a March morning.
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1 min readApr 5, 2017
This morning
I fight
to wake up from this awful dream:
I have been alive, 56 years.
I am married to the love of my life
I have four beautiful children
I have the means to do whatever it is
I want to do.
And still, in this dream
I am waiting for a miracle.