Many miracles

There were days I woke in the middle oceans
Other times right inside infernos
I have held hands with hurricanes
Been swept by several tornadoes
I’ve met and dined with 2020
Once I found myself in Bermuda
That place must be purgatory
How else can I explain seeing Michael Jackson?
I’ve been through the motion of numbness
Woke up in a time loop for four months
Everyday the same, everything routine
I had wrapped the towel tight and aimed for a throw
Been through every tunnel to find the light
Today I am the light
I have become hope.

Vera