August 27, 2014 7.12 a.m.
I have not seen it before
This smile so radiant and so pure
It’s journey’s end unknown
The face on which it is carved yet unborn.
I have not heard it before
The wailing cry so chilling, so raw
Pain so brutal, so deep and so insane
From lungs which belted in anguish trembling with the scorching pain.
I have felt it all before
The smile of joy and happiness
And the anguished wail of pain and sadness
Yet, I stand here towering strong and waiting for life’s next storm.