I saw a miracle yesterday.
It wriggled in under the door frame
before the heat of the day had settled in.
It stretched its willowy wings
perched on the foot of my bed
and looked softly into my pained eyes
A promise, it said
that despite the forever it's been
of viral warfare
in twisted, knotted nerves
and what they say about there being no cure
and all that has been taken away
The brightest of lights lie ahead.
This, I promise you.
It gave me a squeeze on the shoulder
the reassuring kind
that tells you to believe
and in a twirling trail of hearts
opened the door and left.