I've been waiting for a miracle.
I've been waiting for a miracle
with nothing
but teases from progress
that mock my suffering.

I once learned through
melodies before the tunes
were drowned out by noises and voices
meaning nothing
and saying

Monitoring scans
and measuring doses
for twenty years
of nearly fifty now
tell me, God,
the meaning.

I'm sick
of being told I'm so strong.
Choosing one of exactly
one choice
hardly shows character.

My children
are downstairs
screaming at nothing.
They no longer believe
in miracles.

(Persona Poem 10/30/08)

1 comment:

Constructive criticism welcome.