a miracle a day

The miracle of conception gets mired in life
Mirrored it is dull,
An opaque journey it is
Obscured by all it has birthed
All thought for nought
When feeling without the miracle
Needed to see beyond the concepts
Many speak of it as illusion
Like ghosts and spirits
Was I deceived
Without understanding
Wondering if I can believe
In miracles
If I cursed id say…
And I say this as a curse
Maybe I am cursed
Maybe I am blessed
One day to know
Oh but everyday a miracle
And nine billion altogether
A tear wells up…