FADED JOY

I had only one life, I wanted to feel every inch,

I wanted happiness. I felt I had it all, when I
heard the cries behind me ‘having night
mares?’ I asked the baby when the sobs
seized. ‘I always had night mares, They came
but never wanted to leave, but I survived… I’ll
tell you how some day’.
The baby was my only hope to make future.
Her bright, well carved face reassures my
wretched soul of a better future. It burns
through her diamond eyes. Even if I can’t live to
the brim,1 I can go knowing my struggles won’t
die with me.