Perhaps someday, one day
all that you strive towards today, will work out.
And after all this waiting, life may finally begin to soften.
Even what you wished for in silence, will be granted.
And perhaps comfort will arrive so quietly that you will begin to mistake it for entitlement.
You will live inside an answered prayer and call it ordinary.
Maybe, in finally receiving it all, you will become complacent.
And maybe worst of all, ungrateful.
What once felt impossible
will slowly become invisble.
You will forget the weight of the prayers that once bent your back.
And you will lose sight of the nights you pleaded for relief from things nobody else could see.
What you painfully endured would become distant a memory
You may become oblivious to how desperately you once wanted the life that now sits quietly in your hands
And that is perhaps the strangest tragedy of the human heart:
not that it suffers,
but that it adapts even to miracles.
So if that day ever comes, or has come
And if your hands finally hold what they once trembled asking for,
return, at least for a moment,
stay to remember the distance
between the prayed and the answered
-zaira
