Miracle

I am the daughter of struggle

I grew where hope blooms from rubble

My voice is soft yet contains storms

like a faint wind that later turns a calm sea into rage

I am the daughter of the sun

I flicker, like a candle in an endless night 

yet I refuse to die 

I rise like dawn breaking 

I am the daughter of grief 

I hold memories like stones in my pocket

touching them as I extend my hands

to hold my hope back

I am the daughter of endurance

scars accumulate under my skin

like hidden maps, guiding me

toward the freedom I dream of 

Am I the daughter of the world?

No, I am born of the world’s failure

I am not what the world tries to make me

I am what I choose to become

I am a miracle.