Humor
Humor is the only thing
That is brave enough to reach its trembling hand into the shadows.
Its long finger beckons to me
"Come hither," it whispers
And before I can blink it has locked onto my wrist and fished me out.
I lay on the surface gasping for air as the waves of laughter roll over me
And for one joyous moment, I forget the pain that I have been feeling
And I have forgiven everyone on the planet
Including myself
And my smile is wider and my soul is joyous and
my brain is s i n g i n g
But just for a moment.
For a moment, humor has helped me transcend reality.
But Oh! What a wonderful moment it is.
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