How sharp those failings cry

I look upon the world today as I have done all my life. A laugh, a smile, worry or ok, it needs to be met head-on for all its strife. Some days I’ll wake and feel the sun recharging my fading smile. Some days I’ll wake and no matter how bright the sky sorrow will darken my mind. I’ll stand and pack the bags of life and tie them around my time. I’ll carry history known to me no matter how sharp those failings cry. I’ll see reflection of someone I once knew hidden behind these soulless eyes. I’ll feel the air across my face and try to feel alive.