Set Me Free
Laughter.
Is such a simple sound.
It floats on clouds and rainbows
And always comes back around.
Laughter.
It peals through sadness like a bell,
Aching in your head-
Its secrets it will never tell.
Laughter.
It echoes like a softly beating heart,
Harnessing emotion
And filling every part.
Laughter.
It is beauty and pain,
All rolled up in a carefree package,
Never showing the faces it's slain.
Laughter.
It's supposed to heal.
But what if I'm too broken
To accept its soft appeal?
Laughter.
What if I've forgotten
What it sounds like?
Would you help me then?
Would you take me by the hand
And lead me down the path-
Would you hold me and protect me,
Would you teach me how to laugh?
Even when I'm angry,
Even when I cry.
Even when I show you
Just how broken I am inside.
Laughter.
Will you help me?
Will you stand with my weak and useless self,
And let your laughter set me free?
Will you?
Can it be?
Is it something that you'll do?
Is it something you can see?
Laughter.
It heals.
It hurts.
It FEELS.
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