POETRY OF MEDIUM

Choice of The Day

fear or love, my dear…

ah, I see you have a miracle. I have one too. although some days, I hide it like I’m afraid of fire. but I remember how fear leads me to the ground, how death waits either way, how every morning we’re naked and put on ideas like clothes. then I unravel my miracle, not to flaunt it like I gave birth, but to scream in a soft voice, holding the gaze of those who lean on my wings.

©Daniel, 2024

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