story twelve

We sometimes doubt our existence in this world, 

Sometimes the pain of separation is so excruciating, still so vulnerable, 

Sometimes the sky might lose its charm, 

Sometimes we might lose our bodily charisma ,

Our soul never tears apart, 

What shatters is our hope, 

Hope for the best 

Hope till the last 

But sometimes, hope isn't enough, 

What we need is a miracle, 

The miracle of " sometimes"

The miracle of the " if's and but's"

Miracle we all need, 

But dear, 

The miracle is within our souls, 

Just we need to embrace the glorious mess we are.