I Will Believe Because I Live Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

I WILL BELIEVE BECAUSE I LIVE
You invented this legend to let me believe. I will believe because I live. My misery is lame with its broken knee. Can it jump to sit on a miracle's sleeve? Your invented legend will smile at me. A miracle isn't lame so it can flee. Any miracle is a golden bee. It kisses a plant which tastes sweet. Any misery is a worn out sheet. Can your legend hide me in a miracle's pleat? Your invented legend is my fir tree. My misery is nothing but my broken knee. I sleep to meet you at least in my dream. I rise with the sun in my ages' stream.