11/03/2025
It was all my fault.
Even when it wasn’t.
I should have
tried harder,
done more,
prayed longer
(for the miracle
that never did show up).
But the lesson
I needed
was never going
to be found
in getting the miracle
I thought I wanted.
Some things aren’t
ours to save.
And some miracles
would only serve to
confirm our mistaken ideas
of self-betrayal.
Just self-abandonment
masquerading as love.
That is why
the miracles don’t come,
no matter how badly
we weep for them.
The true miracle
would come
to me instead
in the jagged rubble of
broken endings.
The mysterious wonder
of reaching the end
(that bloody trail
of snot and tears),
of who I thought
I was supposed to be.
❤️
Molly
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