Sometimes, I Forget I Am A Miracle

Poetry

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Sometimes, I forget I am a miracle,
born and surrounded by chaos,
some memories good,
others not,
but I am still here,
just existing.
I used to look up at the stars,
my soul begging to run free,
but now I’m standing still,
just reaching upward.
Please, tell me that I have not wasted my life.
Please, tell me that I still have time,
and I always say that tomorrow is a new day.
But they say…