Unreal reality

Through wails and cries we stride
Amidst the corridors of illness we rush
Through the gloom of death we emerge
For those that survive and breathe.

The newborn energetic cry of life
The struggling yet victorious limp of another
The unparalleled joy as the sick child makes it through the night,
For these little miracles, we strive.

Harsh words that mock our effort
Raging voices and rising tempers daunt us
Amidst the dwindling faith in our kind
The ones that leave us with a smile make it worthwhile.