I just knew I would find my Happy there.
So, I searched under the bed.
I flung my closet doors open and shoved the clothes back.
I stared outside and blew the fluffiest clouds away.
I saw Cupid.
I begged him to place me on one of his love arrows to shoot me up into space.
Once I landed on one of Saturn’s rings, I asked Aphrodite for advice.
I ended up falling back down and landed in a black rose garden covered with a 1,000 thorns.
I realized that I had pushed her away.
I poured oil all over her feathers of love.
I locked her up in a Cage of Misery.
I never made it right.
So, she figured out how to fly…
Miracle Austin works in the hospice world. She's an emerging author who enjoys writing diverse free-verse poetry with mini-stories and short stories.
She's been writing since first hearing, “Who’s Gonna Drive You Home,” by The Cars. She's working on her first novella and resides in Texas with her family.