Do not talk to me about: Magic and miracle!

Do not talk to me about
Magic and miracle
I have survived in gas chambers
I know it’s real.

I have made peace
With breathlessness
Restlessness, sleeplessness
Is that anything less than a miracle?

After all these days
In a little black hole
My eyes still see
A bit of red and yellow
Is that not magic?

After all this while,
I have managed to survive,
Without a cut that outshines
My dark soul’s sight.

If this is not magic and miracle
Then what is?
A unicorn’s rainbow fart?