Sometimes all you can do is laugh,
That kind of laughter that’s induced by despair; the type that comes from a place of deep-seated cluelessness rather than excitement and joy.
The laughter that reminds you that there is strength in brokenness,
The kind that tells your soul, come what may, the night always has an end and morning is just around the corner – hold on.
Sometimes all you can do is place a buffer,
A buffer to cut off the pain that threatens to twists out your internal organs; into the same tasteless style it’s done with your psychic.
A buffer- the defense that soaks up drenching rains of rejection.
The barrier that stops piercing arrows of hopelessness in their darting speed.
Arrows, which terrorizes your childlike faith
Sometimes all you can do is take a deep breath, sigh
Let go and let God…
Poem by Teespice!
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