Janet Miracle Muin

Janet Miracle Muin May 22

Dear Miracle,
You didn’t plan to write—
Not like this.
Not with memory playing hide and seek,
or your voice relearning how to speak.

But here you are.
Writing your way through heartbreak,
through grief,
through healing,
through hope.

You ask what makes a poetess?
She listens where others rush.
She turns silence into language.
She doesn’t wait for applause.
She writes to breathe, to remember, to survive.
She becomes—word by word.

And a writer?
A writer is not made by titles or timelines.
A writer is someone who writes.
Even when no one is looking.
Even when the page is the only one listening.

So look at you now—
Not just writing poems.
But becoming one.
You are the poem.
You are the writer.
You are the poetess.
You are the miracle unfolding.
Speak it.
Live it.
Believe it.
With grace,

Miraculous
Janet Miracle Muin

This poem is a letter from the brave version of me (Miraculous) to the part that doubted (Miracle). It was written before I fully embraced sharing my work with the world. It’s a reminder that my words—and my journey—have purpose.
Inspiration:
Inspired by my journey of healing and remembering not just how to write again, but how to own my voice, even before I felt ready to share it with others.

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Janet Miracle Muin Feb 27

The Love That Never Was

I loved you in ways that words couldn't capture,
A fire burning silently, unseen, but never fading.
In moments, I saw what we could have been,
A future we both dreamed, but never lived.
My heart whispered your name,
But the silence between us echoed louder.

You were my what-if, my almost,
A story written in the stars but never told.
I loved you with a passion that wasn’t returned,
A devotion that never found its home.
Yet, even as I let go, your absence stings,
A love that never was, but will forever be.

You drifted through my thoughts,
Like a shadow too close to forget,
Too distant to ever touch.
What we could’ve had,
It lingers, like a dream left unfinished,
A love unspoken, but felt in every heartbeat.

The love that never was
Still exists in the quiet of my soul,
A chapter closed but never erased.
And though it was never yours to feel,
It will always be mine,
The love that never was,
But will never fade.

Written by Janet Miracle Muin
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This poem reflects the silent, unreturned love we’ve all felt at some point. It’s about loving someone deeply, knowing that love will never be reciprocated. Even when we move on, some loves stay with us, shaping our hearts and reminding us of what could have been. "The Love That Never Was" is my way of honoring that quiet love, unspoken but never forgotten.

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