• The pain and suffering,
    Echoes in my past.
    It's like I'm breathing,
    But I just can't.
    My heart races,
    But then it slows.
    It shatters.
    And yet,
    I trudge along,
    For the sake of moving forward.
    The misery,
    Clouds around me.
    Like an acrid smoke,
    But I trudge along,
    For the sake of moving forward.
    But I find them,
    The angels, the saints.
    They make it all worth it.
    And with every ounce,
    Of pain, misery, and suffering.
    It's because of them,
    That I trudge along,
    For the sake of moving forward,
    But on my face,
    There's the miracle smile.