Revelation 345.1

A poem for a March morning.

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.

Originally published at medium.com

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