Could a miracle befall me?

Me,

Me who hopes and then cries?

Me who sees and then ignores?

Me who chooses the lone road every time?

Me who sings shrilly but no soul hears?

Me who sins and never displays penitence? 

Me who reiterates the same blunder and it's like groundhog day?

Me who gets beaten up and is still ignorant?

Me who puts others first?

Could a miracle phase into my life?

However little,I'll accept it,

Because that's who I am,

I accept smidgens,

I accept them as long as they're something,

Right?

 

Why can't I change?

Why can't I refute?

And talk about how I deserve the grandest of things,

About how my big heart could accommodate others and me,

About how I can cross the river and still quench my thirst with its waters,

About how I can dip my feet in its tributaries and still swim in them,

About how I can let go like the birds of the air,

And soar like flamingos across a vast lake,

Be revered by many and few,

Be paid attention to and liked,

I deserve all of it,

I do indeed.

 

So I ask, could a miracle befall me?