Miracle in Under Wear Blessings

There are things
that cover us under wear
We feel naked and
venerable amid prayers
That we do soul searching
to be inner aware
That we have a purpose
to fulfill mid despair.

Whence we fall,
failing to get up in disrepair
Yet there are signs there
within us to declare
We have to have faith
inside blank void stares
Wherein self-reflection,
we climb time stairs.

So we wonder, pondering
prone a lone unaware
As the ceiling above revolves
around past affairs
Where in confusion exists
the fan answer flairs
Where in morning,
we put on clean underwear.

HeArtMosphere Poet

Miracle in Under Wear Blessings

There are things that cover us under wear
We feel naked and venerable amid prayers
That we do soul searching to be inner aware
That we have a purpose to fulfill mid despair.

Whence we fall, failing to get up in disrepair
Yet there are signs there within us to declare
We have to have faith inside blank void stares
Wherein self-reflection, we climb time stairs.

So we wonder, pondering prone a lone unaware
As the ceiling above revolves around past affairs
Where in confusion exists the fans answer flairs
Where in morning, we put on clean underwear.

HeArtMosphere Poet