One smile is all I ask

Ever just the one day you want to call in quitting for the last time? Ah but then the echoes inside you say never.

The laughter of silence and demanding pain just rips through. Carrying on as though nothing is really harmed.

The mind smiles and lifts the head and crunches the lips. Indeed no fake party is invited.

The decorated ideas of nights well slept are just mere illusions as the fire inside burns strong. The whimpers that leave the soul just fade.

Soon the endless lighted evenings become early morning. Then you say your thank yous to Jehovah. The granting of one more day to prove yourself good favor in his eyes despite the tackling of exhaustion and drilling pain.

You get one more day to tell all those people just how much you love and want them to understand you. Alas somewhere in the midst you miss someone or they look away.

So saddened I am by the choices. Then I forget about all that is inside I want to say. Emptying and letting go.

My mind for goes the ache and the stinging to close the door on an image. Lost now to the fog that swims around a muddled circle.  So clear once.

Now just a haze. Somewhere I lose track and lay down my head. Frozen is the earthquake rumbling. The pictures are flicks and possibly my imagination.

Though now the stinging make the cold warm. The breath calm. Then the sleep comes again. A new day breaks.