Fair Game For a Miracle

Written By Britt Wolfe
Fair Game For A Miracle poem by BRITT WOLFE author

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The universe has never repeated itself.

Not once.

This breath—
the exact chemistry of it,
the precise tilt of the planet,
the alignment of your body with gravity—
has never happened before
and will not happen again.

We call it ordinary
because it did not explode.

But every second
is a convergence
of impossibilities agreeing
to exist at the same time.

Your heart does not beat by habit.
It negotiates survival
over and over and over.

Air does not enter you politely.
It collides with blood
and becomes life.

Somewhere, at this exact moment,
a star is dying
to make the elements
that will one day build
someone’s bones.

Somewhere,
a sentence is being formed
that will end a war
inside a person’s chest.

Nothing is static.
Not the ground.
Not the mind.
Not the story you think is settled.

Miracles do not announce themselves.

They hide in the unnoticed:
a hesitation before anger,
a forgiveness chosen in private,
a decision made quietly
that bends a future by degrees.

History turns on such hinges.

So do lives.

At any second
you could become
someone new.

At any second
the world could tilt
in a direction
no one predicted.

This moment—
this one—
is balanced on the edge
of infinite outcomes.

Everything is temporary.
Everything is moving.

Which means
everything
is fair game
for a miracle.

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Poetry by Britt Wolfe:

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The Fire Of Life
The Fire Of Life

This poem reflects on the transformative forces that shape a life beyond intention or control. It explores the idea that growth is not engineered solely by our plans, but forged through surrender to experiences larger than our understanding. Rather than portraying struggle as destruction, it considers the refining power of challenge, loss, love, and change — the “fire” that tempers rather than consumes. At its heart, the poem invites a shift in perspective: to see surrender not as defeat, but as alignment with something vast, ancient, and profoundly creative.

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Fair Game For a Miracle
Fair Game For a Miracle

This poem explores the radical idea that nothing is truly ordinary. Every breath, every second, every unnoticed decision exists at the intersection of countless improbabilities. Rather than defining miracles as rare or spectacular, the poem considers the possibility that transformation is constantly available—that change, both internal and external, is always waiting in the smallest hinge of a moment. In a universe that never repeats itself, every instant becomes charged with potential.

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The Luck Of Being Alive
The Luck Of Being Alive

This poem considers the extraordinary privilege of consciousness in a universe built on impermanence. While everything around us is structured to change, decay, and eventually end, we are uniquely granted the capacity to choose how we move through that reality. It reflects on the unlikely gift of agency—the ability to live openly, love deliberately, and act with intention even in a world that offers no guarantees. In acknowledging life’s fragility, the poem ultimately honours the quiet grace of being alive at all.

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The Choice
The Choice

This poem reflects on the enduring power of choice in a world that often feels beyond our control. It acknowledges collapse, chaos, and cruelty as recurring features of human history, yet centres the quiet authority each person retains within those conditions. Rather than denying darkness, the poem explores the radical possibility of choosing light, softness, and goodness in the midst of it. At its heart, it is a meditation on moral agency—the idea that while we cannot dictate what happens around us, we remain responsible for how we respond.

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Love And Death
Love And Death

This poem reflects on the inseparable relationship between love and mortality. It considers the universal truth that everything we cherish is temporary, and that love, by its very nature, makes us vulnerable to loss. Rather than resisting that reality, the poem embraces it—suggesting that the risk of grief is not a flaw in the design of life, but part of its meaning. In a world where all things eventually end, the act of loving anyway becomes both an act of courage and a quiet form of defiance.

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What I Made
What I Made

This poem imagines God not as a distant judge or rescuer, but as a witness bound by love to the consequences of free will. It explores the sorrow of creation—the grief of watching beings you love choose pain as their teacher, again and again—and the terrible necessity of allowing that choice to stand. Rather than offering comfort, the poem asks difficult questions about suffering, learning, and the cost of autonomy, while ultimately returning to the idea of a presence that does not intervene, but never abandons.

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Surviving The Unsurvivable
Surviving The Unsurvivable

This poem is a meditation on survival as a natural law rather than a personal achievement. It looks to the living world—roots, seeds, stone, and wind—to explore how life persists in the harshest conditions without drama or permission. Rather than centring triumph, it honours endurance as something ancient, quiet, and collective: the unremarkable, relentless act of continuing. This is a poem about life itself refusing to end, and about the deep, elemental intelligence that allows growth to return even after devastation.

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I Love Myself More (I’m Sorry)
I Love Myself More (I’m Sorry)

This poem is about the kind of love that teaches you endurance before it ever offers safety, and the moment you realise that survival is not the same as staying. It was written from a place of sorrow rather than anger, where choosing yourself is not an act of defiance but of necessity. This is a poem about unclenching, about returning love to the world without bitterness, and about the quiet grief that comes with honouring yourself when doing so means letting someone go.

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Everyone Just Wants To Be Loved…But Maybe That’s Not Enough
Everyone Just Wants To Be Loved…But Maybe That’s Not Enough

This poem is about the quiet moment when love ends—not with a fight, but with an understanding. It was written from the space between compassion and self-preservation, where wanting the best for someone no longer means sacrificing yourself to give it. It reflects on the idea that while everyone longs to be loved, love alone cannot heal patterns that refuse accountability. This is a poem about release, about setting something down gently when carrying it has become a kind of harm, and about holding hope for another’s healing even after your own love has gone.

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What Grows
What Grows

What Grows is a meditation on care — the quiet, patient work of tending something over time. It began with my love of plants and the peace I find in stewardship, propagation, and the slow miracle of life continuing under attentive hands. As I wrote, it became something more reflective and more painful: a way of grieving the relationship I never fully had, and the story I never got to know. This poem is about gardens both literal and imagined, about the understanding that comes too late, and about honouring someone not by rewriting the past, but by recognizing the beauty of what they managed to grow with the soil they were given.

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I See You, Mara
I See You, Mara

This poem is about what happens when resistance gives way to recognition. I See You, Mara draws on the image of meeting one’s demons with steadiness rather than struggle — not to excuse them, defeat them, or banish them, but to see them clearly and remove their authority. Writing this was an act of choosing presence over reaction, friendliness over warfare, and self-trust over vigilance. It is a declaration that peace does not come from fighting what arises, but from sitting firmly in oneself while it passes through.

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The Helpless Thing That Just Wants Love
The Helpless Thing That Just Wants Love

This poem isn’t about a person so much as a pattern — the way unhealed pain can twist itself into pursuit, entitlement, and harm. The Helpless Thing That Just Wants Love was written to explore how longing, when left unattended, can become consuming, and how understanding someone’s suffering does not require sacrificing oneself to it. This poem holds space for compassion without access, empathy without self-erasure, and the difficult truth that some pain must be witnessed from a distance in order for safety to remain intact.

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Quarencia
Quarencia

This poem is a declaration. Quarencia names the place of inner ground I will no longer surrender — the space where my body, boundaries, and truth align without negotiation. In bullfighting, a bull’s querencia is the place where it regains its strength and clarity, not through aggression, but through rootedness. This poem takes that idea inward. It is about claiming safety as a right, not a reward; about power that comes from staying rather than reacting; about the moment you stop leaving yourself in order to survive. Quarencia is not a warning or a threat — it is a statement of permanence.

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Under The Bodhi Tree
Under The Bodhi Tree

This poem uses the story of the Buddha’s awakening as a mirror rather than a destination. Sitting Under the Bodhi Treeisn’t about reverence or doctrine — it’s about the quiet, difficult choice to stay present with what arises instead of fleeing from it. Writing it was a way of recognising my own moments of awakening, not as flashes of transcendence, but as acts of steadiness: sitting with fear, desire, doubt, and pain long enough to see that none of them are who I am. This poem is about healing that happens without spectacle — the kind that begins when we stop running and learn how to remain.

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(What Do I Do?) Nothing
(What Do I Do?) Nothing

This poem comes from practising something that goes against nearly every instinct I have: not fixing, not solving, not turning discomfort into action. What Do I Do? Nothing. is about sitting with what arises instead of fleeing from it — letting sensations move through without immediately responding, improving, or narrating. Writing this was an exercise in restraint and trust, a reminder that presence doesn’t always require intervention, and that sometimes the most healing response is simply staying where you are and allowing the moment to be what it is.

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The Bandaged Place
The Bandaged Place

This poem was written alongside my reading of Radical Acceptance, and it reflects something deceptively simple and profoundly difficult: the willingness to look at what still hurts without trying to fix it, explain it, or outrun it. The Bandaged Place isn’t about reopening old wounds, but about turning toward them with steadiness and care — allowing pain to exist without judgment or urgency. Writing it was an act of staying present with what I’ve learned to keep covered, and of practising acceptance not as resignation, but as a quiet form of self-loyalty.

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There is Only This
There is Only This

This poem comes from a place of grounding rather than escape. It isn’t an argument against memory or hope, but a return to the body — to the only place where healing can actually happen. When trauma pulls us backward and fear pulls us forward, the present can feel easy to abandon. Writing this was an act of coming back: to breath, to weight, to the quiet truth that now is often far safer than the stories my nervous system is trying to tell me. There Is Only This is a reminder to myself that repair doesn’t happen in the past or the future — it happens here, in the moment that is actually alive.

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Mohini
Mohini

This poem is about Mohini, a white tiger whose life has stayed with me for years — not as a symbol of rarity, but as a mirror. She was admired, managed, controlled, and called “lucky,” while being slowly erased of choice and wildness. Writing this wasn’t about retelling her story so much as listening to what it reveals about us: how often captivity is dressed up as care, how often survival is mistaken for consent, and how frequently the door is visible long before we’re ready to touch it. Mohini is not an accusation. It’s an invitation — to notice the cages we’ve learned to live inside, and to remember that freedom, while frightening, was never impossible.

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Yet
Yet

This poem is a vow rather than a declaration of arrival. Yet holds space for incompletion without surrender, reframing uncertainty as movement and becoming as an ongoing act of courage. Centred on a promise made inward—to the younger, hopeful self that still believes—it insists that growth is not measured by speed or certainty, but by the refusal to quit.

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A Beautiful Violation Of My Solitude
A Beautiful Violation Of My Solitude

This poem honours a love that enters not because something is missing, but because something complete makes room. A Beautiful Violation Of My Solitude reflects on the quiet astonishment of allowing another person into a life built on competence, independence, and chosen isolation. It is not a surrender of self, but an expansion—an acknowledgment that love can arrive without erasing what came before, and that the most meaningful disruptions are the ones that leave us more fully ourselves.

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Wrong Side Of The Road
Wrong Side Of The Road

This poem uses the physical logic of traffic—direction, instinct, and muscle memory—to explore how safety learned in one place can become vulnerability in another. Moving between Canada and Australia, it traces the disorientation that occurs when love rewires the body’s expectations, and the quiet devastation of returning to an environment that still punishes openness. At its core, the poem reflects on how learning to let one’s guard down is not reversible, and how forgetting where danger comes from can be the most painful consequence of finally being loved.

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Let The Good In
Let The Good In

This poem speaks to those who have learned to absorb harm effortlessly while treating kindness as suspect. Let the good in explores the imbalance many survivors carry—how negativity is granted immediate access while praise is questioned, deflected, or dismissed—and reframes acceptance as a rational, evidence-based choice rather than blind optimism. Grounded in community, chosen family, and lived proof, the poem offers a quiet argument for re-learning trust: not by denying pain, but by finally allowing goodness to occupy the space it has already earned.

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I Didn’t Consent To This
I Didn’t Consent To This

This poem uses the language of consent and contract to describe a love that arrives unexpectedly and alters the body, the nervous system, and the shape of daily life. I Didn’t Consent To This is not a rejection of love, but an expression of awe at its quiet power—how safety, confidence, and belonging can enter without warning and become essential. What begins as surprise becomes devotion, honouring a partnership that transforms not through force, but through presence.

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Ceasefire
Ceasefire

This poem marks a deliberate turning point: not self-love declared prematurely, but self-harm consciously ended. Ceasefire frames acceptance as a strategic decision rather than an emotional breakthrough—an agreement to stop treating the self as an enemy while acknowledging that affection may come later. It holds optimism without erasing damage, offering a vision of peace that is tentative, earned, and quietly radical: the permission to exist, unfinished, without continuing the war.

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Pursuit Through Systems
Pursuit Through Systems

This poem names a form of harm that hides behind legitimacy: the strategic misuse of institutions to pursue, isolate, and exhaust a person without ever appearing overtly violent. Pursuit Through Systems traces how authority is leveraged, recycled, and redeployed when one channel fails—how allegations migrate, narratives are laundered, and procedure becomes a weapon. It is not about a single accusation or forum, but about the pattern itself: a sustained campaign that relies on repetition, attrition, and plausible deniability until the target becomes easier to remove than the truth they carry.

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Due Process
Due Process

This poem examines how harm is neutralized not through denial, but through procedure. It traces the way institutions convert unresolved wrongdoing into administrative stability—how facts are managed, witnesses are displaced, and memory is reframed as liability. Due Process is not about justice failing loudly, but about how systems succeed quietly: by exhausting the person who remembers until continuity is restored and accountability becomes unnecessary.

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Credability Laundering
Credability Laundering

This poem examines credibility laundering not as a metaphor, but as a mechanism: a slow, institutional process by which harm is neutralized, memory is destabilized, and truth becomes professionally inconvenient. Rather than focusing on a single individual, it traces how reputations are cleaned through proximity to prestige, how ethical authority is purchased and maintained, and how those who refuse silence are quietly displaced. What follows is not an accusation shouted, but a system documented—one that survives by making exposure feel transgressive and remembrance feel impolite.

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A Haunted House In The Prairies
A Haunted House In The Prairies

This poem approaches childhood abuse through the language of architecture and endurance rather than confession. It uses the haunted house as a misdirection—an image people recognize and feel comfortable naming—before revealing that the true site of haunting is the survivor themselves. Set against the vast indifference of the prairies, it examines how terror becomes structural, how survival is mistaken for wholeness, and how what “endures” often does so by relocating inward. This is not a story about what happened, but about what remains functional long after the visible damage has been erased.

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Hanging From The Family Tree
Hanging From The Family Tree

This poem explores dynamics that can emerge inside families shaped by control, denial, and inherited silence. Written in the third person, it draws on emotional realities many people recognize but struggle to name. It is not a literal account of events or specific individuals. Instead, it is an examination of how systems can distort memory, loyalty, and identity over time. It is meant to be challenging. It is meant to open space for reflection.

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The Substrate Of My Heart
The Substrate Of My Heart

This poem understands love not as intensity or performance, but as the invisible structure that allows a life to stand. The Substrate of My Heart explores partnership as infrastructure—quiet, load-bearing, and enduring—where safety replaces vigilance and continuity replaces effort. It is a meditation on mature love as something that disappears into function, becoming the steady ground from which work, rest, grief, and growth are all able to unfold without fear of collapse.

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Britt Wolfe

Britt Wolfe writes emotionally devastating fiction with the precision of a heart surgeon and the recklessness of someone who definitely shouldn’t be trusted with sharp objects. Her stories explore love, loss, and the complicated mess of being human. If you enjoy books that punch you in the feelings and then politely offer you a Band-Aid, you’re in the right place.

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