Teething

Life is trying.
Constantly controlled by sore gums,
And therefore screaming lungs.
Silence
Comes every once in a while...
But mostly we adorn ourselves
With patience and a few of our own tears.
Sleep
Seems less trivial now
As battle wages
Fought between one so small
And those trying to survive.
Yes
We will be the survivors
Of sleepless nights,
And bursting ear drums.
For soon it shall pass...
And peace once again shall reign
In this kingdom of madness.