Treasure Island

Maya Hanson (mye3)


Laughing


Laughing
is not only
the best medicine
It creates
my entire existence.
It protects the angels
It controls the demons
It frees the bird
inside me.

Laughing
I’m not alone
it keeps the danger
at bay.
Laughing
is set in stone
a charm against
my insecurity.

Laughing
makes me feel like
a different person
but still me all the same…
Laughing
I don’t understand
but I’m not afraid of storms
I’m learning how
to sail my ship.

Laughing
is my copilot
Laughing
is my ship’s crew
Laughing
you’re always
beside me.

Laughing
is not only
the best medicine
It creates
my entire existence.

Submitted: Saturday, January 04, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 08, 2014
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