Miracles are not always loud and close.
Not always mountains that crumble to the ground
or ships that sail with high winds against them.
No, no, no.
In all actuality, miracles are often found
sipping coffee in the background
as you scream and fight with your fate.
They are waiting for you to stop for a moment and look around.
And many a times, they come to you
but you are too large-eyed to look at something that seems so small.
Your belittling drives them away.
But friend, if only you knew how many miracles touched you
on just how many rainy days;
you would not have been feeling so alone.
There just was no way.
Somewhat poetic, somewhat random. Mostly just fragments from a coffee-driven brain. ^-^ Hope you liked it!