We all wish for them,
a smile that says little to anyone,
except to offer peace.
When we live the harsh reality
of a shattered dream,
we’re often asked to pause,
give credence to the suffering
soul that starts over,
transfers a previous affliction
toward a barterer’s token in the bizarre.
We aren’t too sorry to suggest
someone else fall equally closer
to an essential hell.
Aren’t we all as tolerant as each other,
while we balance our nerves,
we settle our own,
without anyone else helping at all.