The liminal spaces of my heart, Echo with whispers of hope, Calling for miracles, Which occurs unexpectedly. I wonder how they have found the courage, Again, to hope, To find magic, That ran through every square inch, Of the very same liminal spaces, Abandoned not just once, Reclaimed not just once. This feels different though, Almost impossible, To fill up corners with new possibilities, But, those whispers echo, In every liminal space of my heart.