A smile

   Why does the pain have to cause
tears and gasps for air?  Why does
the soul have to be weak when the
spirit soars?

   Why must I keep going?  Oh how
the endurance is long and sometimes
challenging. Yet here I am standing
tall. Choking in my tears and hiding
the pain with a smile.

   Why must the soul be pulled but the
spirit sing in joy? Oh it must be Jehovah.
Helping me to continue.

   The sigh as the night falls.  The dark
skies find me resting.  A relaxing expectation to keep moving.

    Indeed pain is forgotten and peace
is found. A pure moment.  Indeed.