Secret Miracles Poem by joe foster

As I walk up these stairs,
I go outside and see a bird.
Missed my floor, but it don't matter.
I've become a magician and this is my bird.
they say you got disease, but its alright.
We are still the same,
to be honest, your a miracle who just gave me life.
holding you high as I start to cry,
the wisdom recieved,
the chance to believe,
the thoughts are unmanageable,
so why not just feel,
your an endangered specie with a gift to heal