Miracle Proof

Sunrise paints the window with a whisper made of gold.

Sneakers by the doorway, stories waiting to be told.

Pocket full of courage like a compass in my hand.

Every step a footprint sketching back across the land.

If the doing.

Guess why we learn to bend, not break.

Turn the tiny trembles into ripples on the lake.

Let your paper airplane dreams take flight.