Esraa- Miracle Poem

Theme: Miracle Poem

In darkness deep,

where death’s beasts stalk,

leaves fall silent,

one by one,

through Gaza’s ravaged land.

Destruction roars,

explosions never cease.

This is no game,

no staged release.

I am an almond blossom

waiting for spring’s return,

to bloom again,

wearing white and pink,

amidst the black ink’s burn.

With all my faith,

I stand.

If I remain

I am a miracle.