You are miracle.
a quilt of dreams stitched together with blood, bone and limb
and even on those dark days,
though the voices in your head will not agree;
you are not defect
you are not damaged
you are not default
you are not sorry
and you should not be.
you are miracle,
you are harmony
you are ninety-trillion cells weaving new tapestry,
each one testifies to the mystery
that even on the worst day,
even at your worst
you are still your best
you are miracle
you are miracle
Why is it you insist on walking through this life
as though you are any less?