In the past couple of days or this week I should say, I have come to realize some things.

Who exactly are we to try and control what is happening around us?

Survivors are the ones who smile.

Those who are suffering, are breaking apart.

I see them holding their heads, wrinkles embellished their faces, droplets collecting on the sides of their eyes.

its okay, everything will okay, give it some time, look afar,

Little one, stop crying,

tears wash away the color in your face,

let the rosy cheek stay pink,

and everything will soon fall into place.

stop crying, then you'll be able to see,

problems feed on your fears,

if only problems can be,

crystals clear like tears.

A day after another will come,

open your mind to distinguish,

all thats good from cumbersome.

silly girl, stop weeping, only the angels can hear,

smile brightly so the sun will shine,

the sky will be blue and clear,

Everything will be fine.