Poetry

Little Miracles

Sylvia Gibson

We all think we are important.But if we weren’t herethe world would still turnthe sun would still risemost people’s lives wouldn’t change.The world doesn’t need us.Some peoplemany peoplesit and think about it.They only see that the whole wide world doesn’t need themand don’t see that they need the worldfor them to feel betterfor them to get better.I am one of those people.I try to conjure up a lifeline that I can hang onto.But sometimes,the school bell just rangand I’m alonestandingwaiting for the light to change so I can cross.And a car passes by me,so close that I can almost touch it.And I think of how easy it would beto step forwardto fall.I have to focus on creating a lifeline,something that stops me from falling.I am afraidthat one daythat lifeline will snapI will fallI won’t stop myself.But I hold on.I find the small thingsthat give me a lifeline.The little miracles in life that make it worth living.Have you ever seen a bird take off,bursting into the air?Or felt the joywhen a child takes his first step?Living things are miracles.We all have something to give to the world.Something that the world needs.These words,they are my gift to you.They are my gift to the world.

LIttle MIracles Sylvia Gibson
Sylvia Gibson, 13
Mill Valley, California

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