Miracle

Perchance miracles are wanted.
Tired of anxiety and disconfort, but this does not come as a surprise.
I just need will.
Tired of all there is to do, and the lack of will to it.
The Flashbacks have returned, I am frequently there
The beach
The city walls
The smile
The embrace

I am cursed with memories
I am cursed with low will
I am blessed with everything else.