his smile

His mind was not alive but neither was he. Nothing existed for him beyond his hurt,  his pain, his grief. What was he but a shadow of the life the Lord had given him. He had nothing. He knew nothing. This was his ultimate fate. To fall to a world that he doubted, to cry at the gates oh a hell he had never imagined. What a fate it was. A smile is all he could master at the grief of the moment. A smile remembering the small hapiness he had been blessed with. A smile remeniscing of the pain that he had managed to avoid merely because of his new found love. A smile. yes. A smile is all he had. A smile is all he would ever need. To freeze the demons and the pain. To pause his fate as though in its tracks. A smile. Oh what a powerful weapon it is when used well